How To Win A War (gods Collide)

He sits upon his throne,
Chin on the pommel of his sword.
Looking at his offerings
But he wants something more.

The three that kneel before him,
Are beautiful it's true,
But they do not light a fire
He yearns for something new.

With the clicking of his fingers,
He's vanished and is gone.
A split second a fraction in time
He explodes upon the land.

He marches into town,
His mighty voice does roar.
The townsfolk have to emerge
They know that he is war.

The elders stand before him
They shrink away and cringe.
He lifts one up casts him aside
An inconsequential thing.

He walks around in circles
Trying to hold back his rage.
"Why bring me these silly little pretty things"
"No more than birds that should be caged"

A woman parts and leaves the crowd,
She stands there tall and bold.
A fire burns within her eyes
Hair simmering like gold.

He can't belive her defiance,
He doesn't know he's met his match.
This woman is a professional,
To most men not a catch.

As quickly as he came they're gone,
And they end up in those furs.
When she gets up to leave his bed
His mind is left a blur.

She moves around his hall with grace
For one so tall she moves so lightly
"You did not tell me your name"

"My Lord it's Aphrodite"