'Twas the night before Solstice and all through the camp,
Not an Amazon stirred, not a spirit was damp,
The teddies were hung by the fireplace with care,
In hopes that lord Ares soon would be there.
The hunters were nestled, all snug in their beds
While visions of Dite danced in their heads.
Discord in her chains, and Strife being a brat,
Had just settled down, after another long spat.
When out in New Greeceland there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our bedrolls to see what was the matter,
Away to the window we flew like a flash,
Sura's peignoir flew open, so she tied up the sash.
The moon on our breasts, cool like new-fallen snow,
Gave a warm glowing luster to ... er ... objects below
When what to our wandering eyes should appear
But the great god of war with his almighty 'spear'
With his eyes darkly brooding, and his cute eyebrow trick
We knew that we just had to have him ... and quick
More rapid than eagles, his conquests they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name
"Now Lessa, and Kendaa, and Riz and Arete,
On Psam, Danae, Ceallach and Sura my sweetie..
We're off to my temple, We'll all have a ball
Now come to me darlings, now come to me all!"
Like dry leaves that upon the great battlefield fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount ...mount? oh my ...
So straight to his temple, his conquests they flew
With the great hunk-o-war, and his mighty sword too
Could it really be him? Did we all need some proof?
Then we heard that deep chuckle, and almost hit the roof.
As we drew in our breath, and we all turned around,
He appeared in a flash and our jaws hit the ground
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot
And his soft, wavy curls were as black as pure soot.
A black leather vest clothed his broad, muscled back
And he wore pants that were leather, and tight... oh, and black
His eyes, how they smoldered, and sexy? how very
His cheekbones were stunning, his chest nice and hairy
Those inviting, hot lips, that were pouting just so
And the goatee on his chin was as black as a crow
A sly, wicked smile showed off perfect white teeth
And sheer power encircled his form like a wreath
He had a gods face and a hard muscled belly
And just the mere sight turned our knees all to jelly.
He was sexy and hot, an alluring, dark god
And we sighed when we saw him ... 'oh man, what a bod'
A wink of his eye, and a nod of his head
And there, in a heartbeat, appeared a large bed
To his arms he invited us, each one in turn
And he granted our wishes, with passion to burn
And when he had satisfied every last need,
He kissed us each lightly and called for his steed
He sprang to his mount, and he gave a low whistle
Then disappeared in a flash, like the down of a thistle.
But we heard him whisper as he faded from sight,
"May you always remember this pre-Solstice night."

Standard Disclaimer: The character of Ares belongs to Universal and Pacific Renaissance and no copyright infringement is intended. The author is just having fun.