SPARTAN
What is a mother’s
love?
I was ripped from
the womb
Warrior born,
To the mountains
sent
To become
Spartan.
What heart I had
Turned to iron
Blood became just
rust,
Cracked shield
And dented sword
My only companions.
To kill a lion
That mighty foe,
Was my task to
prove
I was warrior.
I am built for war,
I am Spartan.
My calling came
When Xerxes struck,
Leonides needed my
sword.
Under his banner
I screamed my
defiance
At the Persian
horde.
My scars, my
trophies
Of glorious
slaughter,
My sword sent lives
to hell.
My breastplate I
cast aside,
My chest will take
your blade,
Then I’ll laugh
with death the prize.
We lie in glory
Victorious in our
death,
We’re feasting in
the warrior halls.
My sword will rise
When called upon
Spartan never dies.
An English warrior
Reborn of Spartan
pride,
We never back down
From any fight,
The few against the
masses.
I am
Spartan.
Phil Hall May 2013
I like this one! "Spartan Never Dies" you are such a warrior... i think you was recarnated or something..... no is because you know your history :)
ReplyDeleteDefinitely were born in the wrong era I think. As I have said before I love the historical ones. xx
ReplyDeletepowerful. it brings you right into the images of war. you write these poems so well it seems effortless and we all know that when something seems effortless a lot of blood, sweat, and tears probably went into the forming if it.
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