Thermopylae
thermopylae still haunts me to this life. The sights I saw, the blood I spilled. When my men stood tall I stood taller. For every Persian my brothers killed, I killed two. When the sun set are sights were set. Tonight we dine in hades, with all the Persians we take with us.
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