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C.E. Skilling

Sparta

Sharpen the sword for me my son
     his last lilting call

Shine my shield mother dear
     and sing with your voice so small

A tune of Zeus and greatness
     so build my battle gall
         to see me through the battlements
             and safely o’er the wall

Allow me to die this death of mine
     as the heroes of old have said
         with courage, strength and victory
             when my sword is covered red

Weep not for me my mother dear
     but seek out what truths
         we leave you here

For time will sound the trumpets of old
     for Spartas sons
         so fine and bold