At the mess-tables
the boys in training were brought to war
the sound of crimson
hair long in the old way
On their lips, the State
Soldiers
beget
loaned
assumed
In their absence
admirers claim brutality
better than deathless heroism
Battle immortality
die oneself, continuing
the life of Sparta.
Subordinates
memories cowering
in brave
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jmarie3 said:
I missed your words. Gorgeous.
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