​Oh Brightness,
morning and eve,
mistaken for a star,
I would prefer
that I were you
rather than
the Red Planet,
Mars.
Rather the goddess
of Love and Beauty
than this insatiable
god of War.
For if broken,
maimed,
or worse yet,
gone,
what are we fighting
for?
If not the joy and desire
your loveliness evokes,
if not for your charms,
soothing of my demons,
existence is but a
cruel joke.
Rather than a
bloodlust,
I would lust
only for you.
Not incessant killing.
Our greatest gift
to one another
is Love.
One day
We’ll figure that out
God willing.

M. Zane McClellan

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