Rest your weary head soldier,
The odds are stacked against you,
the rocks can no longer break
the blood dimmed tide.
Your shield is your pillow,
but it cannot protect you
from the darkness behind closed eyes.
Or a sky made black by arrows
and the endless stare of brothers left
to die.
Tomorrow you will stand
and tomorrow you will fight.
Body tense and spear primed
you’ll make your final stand
and die at Thermopylae
Like this one a lot Steven - my favourite so far.
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