Thermopylae
Bold King Leonidas and his band of brave men,
Marched forth to meet their fate at Thermopylae's glen.
The Persian army, vast and fierce,
Hailed arrows down with deadly pierce.
But Leonidas stood tall and firm,
A Spartan king with a heart that burned.
He fought with might and with great skill,
And led his men with iron will.
Their shields held strong against the foe,
As they struck back with a mighty blow.
For three long days they held the line,
Against the odds, they fought divine.
Though outnumbered and outmatched,
The Spartans fought with valour unmatched.
Their bravery and sacrifice,
Became a legend that would never die.
Copyright © Hubert Zar | Year Posted 2023
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