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Leonidas Of Sparta
The Lion — Poetry

Greek men, vigor, and valor Stood up to defend their home Facing bravely, against Persian invaders Who carried a future of slavery and doom One of them, a lion of a man Fierce fire burning in his eyes Leonidas, they called him, a Spartan leader Enflaming their hearts with a strong battle cry
When first Xerxes sent envoys negotiating the surrender of Sparta He had them thrown down a well “Our freedom is not up for barter! We were born as free men And on these feet, we shall die! Let Xerxes’ armies come, We will face them with pride!
Hoplites! Raise your shields! Let your spears pierce the sky! Onwards to Thermopylae, Where we’ll fight, eye for an eye!” 300 warriors facing 200 times more Willing to die, against dire odds Because a true Spartan warrior Would even march up against gods!
For three days they fought At the pass of hot gates Shoulder to shoulder Holding off the invade Their courage unbroken Their Phalanx stood tall Against countless Medes Who would come, just to fall
But Ephialtes betrayed them A true Spartan’s heart he had not Mere coin had incited him His loyalty had been bought Xerxes learned of a path To flank the Spartan defense And he sent his immortals To bring this fight to an end
Encircled, betrayed, and of Allies forsaken Yet they stood, shields still raised, unbroken, unshaken And their lion roared loudly “If they think, we’ll surrender They are gravely mistaken! Pierce them, kill them Break your spears in their chests We won’t retreat; won’t give in! A Spartan never falls back!”
These brave Spartan men Who stood up ‘till their last Were slain there and then In these days long since passed But their valor remains Their courage retained All the world knows Of the Lion and his men A symbol of bravery Of a true Spartan death Leonidas of Sparta Fought on ‘till his last breath
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