The Sacred Band
The Sacred Band
To those wearied warriors under the white and orange flame
here is a tale that you should listen
of a Sacred Band of men whose ground in blood they did christen—
One hundred and fifty pairs they were…one be lover the other beloved…
their bond forged in both iron and steel—
when the first fell the second would fight as two for the Ending they’d feel…
Many did they vanquish the mighty Sparta most of all—
that pompous elephant, that leathery dog, that wild bird of game,
that watery monster ‘neath rainfall,
and many other name—
a head above the fabled three hundred their passing was just the same—
destroyed by no one less than the Great Alexander
the Angel of Death did this exclaim:
“Perish any man who suspects that these men either did or suffered anything
unseemly.”
[For their place will never be with those timid souls who know neither victory
or defeat.]
Because they fell Daring Greatly…something all should wish to meet
The Sacred Band
By
Gabe Shelly
9/26/’13
(The Sacred Band of Thebes was a small army of selected soldiers, consisting of 150 pairs of lovers and beloveds, who formed an elite fighting force in the 4th century B.C.E. They were annihilated by Phillip the II of Macedonia in the battle of Chaeronea.)
Copyright © Gabe Shelly | Year Posted 2013
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