ares the god that i've grown to not like
for his attitude and actions are not respectable. ares, a guy i never thought i'd like. it just happened. we happened. like the greeks, i now have a love-hate relationship with ares. he's mighty. you're sympathetic, but you both are the same. i don't want to be a spartan who only sees good in you. athenians are correct you are a coward.
The battle was imminent.
The forces were joined. No longer was time standing idle. Outnumber and ****** by 100 to 1, the Spartans stood fervid and vital. The Greeks were united, though the Spartans alone were the ones charged with their protection. At Thermopylae pass, 300 men stood together in imperfect perfection. "Surrender your arms" King Xerxes demanded, "Surrender, and let the Persians betake them." Leonidas replied "Molon Labe!" my foe, **"If you want them, then you come and take them."
The beginning of a poem i'm working on about King Leonidas response to the Persians who demand that they lay down their arms and surrender to the superior force of 300,000 men.
Another Thermopylae to defend.
Our love's a battle we can't win. And so I'll die a Spartan's death, You'll leave me with out any breath.
Spartan shield wall, impenetrable & fortified
Persian soldiers, dying by the thousand Spears pointed outward, catching flesh & blood Persian soldiers, dying by the thousand Sun blotted out by Persian arrows Persian archers, killing them all Spartan soldiers, fight to the last Persian archers, killing them all Spartans all fallen, not one left alive Persian soldiers turn back home Spartans left immortalized, final stand Persian soldiers turn back home Spartans, three hundred strong Spartans, still standing tall
This was my 300th poem, posted at the end of February 2016.
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