he craved her.
like nicotine scratching at his throat wanting more,
needing more.
she hid in crowded hallways, and prayed to god you'd leave.
but ares was never one to leave without a fight.
he clawed at her arms, begging for forgiveness.
the sins they created dangling on him,
like the weight of sisyphus' boulder.
and in the end ares had lost his fight,
and the poor maiden
had damned the god once more.
