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   Spartans Three Hundred  

Tonight, I feel the icy cold here in my tomb
of eternal rest. It falls silently, flake by flake
 from a darkened sky, snow piles high upon
my chest.

Tomorrow brings no sorrow, happiness or bliss.
No warrior's hope or even a tender kiss, for life
for me no longer exists.

Death is mine for eternity, for you see, I've
been here since the battle of  Thermopylae
A Spartan, I lived and a Spartan, I died!
Put in this cold ground by the act of a
traitor, may his traitorous soul burn
eternally in Hades.  

Three hundred strong were we, in defense
of that narrow pass, the future will speak
of our bravery, for eternity it will last.

Courage, sword, shield and spear,
a warrior's creed without fear.
"Give all today, for the future
of tomorrow or tomorrow will
never be!"

Spartans, all for one and one
for all, you see!


Jackie R. Kays
  2011



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