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To Greece and Persia

I closed my eyes, so sore, so red, from days long list of works,
once opened now the walls have gone, all corners turned to dirt.
I craved for this, a scene of war, of Greeks and that of Turks,
where blades and spears, meet bones and ribs, leave not a man unhurt.

I laughed and cried, before me died, a Greek so known to time,
a son they say, great Herculae, the lions roar with pride.
Before me lay, a lifeless king, Leonidas at his prime,
these men who lay, beside the bay, all heroes thus I cried.

I've come too late, unto this date, the third day of attack,
where Persians great, humiliate, by warriors brave though few.
I knelt before a king whose breath, a stench of hundred whores,
a sign I may, divert this day, improve I say, avenge brave Greeks anew.

Then Xerxes came, stood right in front, a kneeling man so bare,
he smiled and sighed, asked me then whined, "Who are you savage beast?".
I grabbed a sword, a swing my lord, took Xerxes ear and hair,
he bled and swore, then knelt before, a man as if a priest.

I saw then he, the king whom we, as Greeks all hated great,
commanded not, his armies march, unto me grant his wrath.
He fled, he smiled, and then he tried, to carry all his weight,
then uttered words, I'm sure I heard, "May God forgive thy path".

Then one by one, as Persians gone, I thought of Xerxes words,
then understood, as sun went west, my act God would've stopped.
Step-by-step, by then realized, though evil in our eyes,
a God, a King, this Xerxes thing, a man still who is wise.

Then walked to Greece, a city south, of Corinth, yes I think,
to Sparta went, announced to them, the vict'ry won by death.
Though lost is he, their king poor he, these people seemed not care,
for deep inside, each every soul, a Spartan Warrior breathe.

And so it came, I armed with them, a battle oh so great,
all Greece has come, this land be won, against the Persians they all hate.
When "Charge" was cried, all forces met, the sea ate blood so late,
then hours past, immortals last, these Persians all we ate.

"Victory!", I hear, I see, the enemy undone.
Some smiles maybe, though most will be, these frowns of men who won,
for sons and fathers Hades went, left orphans, widows, cry.
My eyes once shut, now opened wide, to Greece I said goodbye.

As seen in the competition: Adventures through Space or Time