partisans

Grey-eyed Athena/
drove a spear into Ares/
Each got yellow cards

Grim Ares bellowed as the cold bronze cut
no mortal'd ever channelled so much hate.
But Diomedes pierced His perfect gut
and Pallas lent his thrust immortal weight.
The contest Eris doomed Men to contend
was underway; the House had locked in odds!
The Fates who'd spun the threads are loathe to bend;
they're senior even to the eldest gods.
His sister Aphrodite'd done her part
inciting Helen to betray her man.
'Though wars are blithely started from the heart
the victory's to him who has a plan.
Athena dotingly cares for her own;
for wise Odysseus, love waits at home.