Summoning of Mars

Come, Firewalker, Bound by Thread
With eyes like flint and soul half-fed
Your power sleeps, your voice is mute
I summon you, in flame and root

Mars, awaken - your pulse is near
Let thunder answer what you fear
Let breath turn wild, let will unchain
Let longing roar instead of reign

By blood that boils, by stars that bend
By truths too primal to pretend
I do not ask - you were not made
To kneel, to dim, to shrink or fade

So come undone in sacred flame
Not beast, not boy - but god with name
Your hands, your tongue, your pulse, your cry
Unleash it now - or let it die

And I will rise to match that heat
Where flesh and fate and fury meet
No chase, no cage—just matching tide
Your Mars to mine—undignified