war and winning

There is no war
That cannot be won
With courage in store
and mead by the ton

As long as there is meat,
and blood, bone for fire,
sweet words will defeat,
the wraiths of the pyre.

And under the stars,
in campfire alight,
we children of Mars,
will war with the night.

The night has come,
and we battle at day,
so grab you lover,
before you are taken away,

A tale of glory,
must still be told,
love is war is the story,
luck and courage hold.

To the warrior poet,
there is only the fight,
our words will show it,
with fiercest delight.

in the fields of war,
is no place for the flighty,
Mars' muscles are poor,
to the whims of Aphrodite