Blood Soaked Hands - poem
I wrote this about the final stand of the Spartans at Thermopylae... I started writing this before 300 came out... But after I the film, I finished the poem. Hope you enjoy. (^_^)
Blood soaked hands are raised to the
Victorious roars of silence stain the
The intoxicating scent of death awakens
The spent hearts of
Men who raise their blood soaked hands to the
Resisting subjugation and destruction of
All they hold close.
They lie down in death,
With knowledge that they have succeeded.
As they hold wearied hands to the
Telling the heavens to hold them in
Embracing their fate with
Honor and love.
As they hold their blood soaked hands to the