Vunderling
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- Posted: Sun, 10 Dec 2006 17:30:39 +0000
This poem is for my avatar, which was inspired by the legend of the 300 Spartans who died at the Battle of Thermopylae during the Greco-Persian War around 480 BC.
Next year, a film for the comic book about the battle, "300" by Frank Miller (also known for "Sin City" wink , will be released.
I did some research to write this poem. Most of the information I used is in this article from History.net.
I've submitted my current avatar to the Avatar Arena with this poem. Please give me some C+C. And personally, I feel this should be a longer poem, but there's a 1000-character limit in the Arena submission form.
I'll come back on Monday to post the link to my avatar entry. If you like my avatar, please click on the link and vote for me. This is my second time entering the Avatar Arena. (Last time, I was Metalmage Valentine.)
Next year, a film for the comic book about the battle, "300" by Frank Miller (also known for "Sin City" wink , will be released.
I did some research to write this poem. Most of the information I used is in this article from History.net.
The Battle of Thermolypae
Under the August heat, at Gates of Fire,
Stood silent Grecian spears and Persian bows,
'til Leonidas stoked King Xerxes' ire,
Two thousand and five hundred years ago.
Three days broke spears to swords, to tooth and nail.
The archers boasted they could blot the sun.
Their arrows mowed down Grecians in a hail,
As walls of dead grew on the Persians' run.
King Leonidas rallied a retreat,
To save from slaughter, all men but one band:
Though history withers, legends shall still speak
Of how the Spartans fought at their last stand.
Under the August heat, at Gates of Fire,
Stood silent Grecian spears and Persian bows,
'til Leonidas stoked King Xerxes' ire,
Two thousand and five hundred years ago.
Three days broke spears to swords, to tooth and nail.
The archers boasted they could blot the sun.
Their arrows mowed down Grecians in a hail,
As walls of dead grew on the Persians' run.
King Leonidas rallied a retreat,
To save from slaughter, all men but one band:
Though history withers, legends shall still speak
Of how the Spartans fought at their last stand.
I've submitted my current avatar to the Avatar Arena with this poem. Please give me some C+C. And personally, I feel this should be a longer poem, but there's a 1000-character limit in the Arena submission form.
I'll come back on Monday to post the link to my avatar entry. If you like my avatar, please click on the link and vote for me. This is my second time entering the Avatar Arena. (Last time, I was Metalmage Valentine.)
