Ishtar

Who can survive a goddess who treats her lovers like toys to be broken on a rainy afternoon? She is the queen of the "Bloody Wedding," the flame of desire that leads directly to the carnage of the trenches. She destroyed the shepherd, the king, and the gardener, leaving nothing but ruins and the scent of expensive perfume over a mass grave. "Love is the war you cannot win," she laughs as she hangs her sister on a hook. She is the morning star that signals the charge and the evening star that watches the wounded crawl. Her beauty is a trap set by a predator who has never known the meaning of "enough." She is the patroness of the harlot and the soldier, those who live and die for the intensity of a single, lethal moment. She is the vicious cycle.