The sun descended over the mountains,

The sky blue turned to orange, red, then purple,

The stars shimmer like coins in a fountain,

And the moon stares from it’s perch, immortal.

He watches as she walks through the fields.

Her hair flutters in the cool autumn breeze.

Before her, loves deepest secrets yield,

And the strength of men is brought to its knees.

Their one lustful voice cries “Aphrodite,”

And her eyes respond with smiles in kind.

Her chosen suitor is one most sightly,

His body rip’ling with muscles refined.

And though he is one she will not forget

It was to Mars for who her heart was set.

Published by Cassady O'Reilly-Hahn