As the cowardly Persians
Made haste to retreat,
The mighty Greek phalanx
Danced in the street.
"Praise Zeus and Praise Ares"
The pious man said,
As his blade pierced the hearts
And turned dying to dead.
But Darrius the hoplite
Threw down his spear in disgust.
He was done with the killing
The blood and the lust.
To be Darrius the husband
And father of four
Was all that he wanted
And not a thing more
He sat foot on the path
That would return him to see
Where Carlyn his wife
And his children would be
But as he came home
The sound was not right
'Twas not the sounds of a farm
But the sounds of a fight
The Persians were there
Outside of his door.
He counted ten men
But there could have been more.
His wife was being passed
As the men took their turns.
His children lay bloody
As his home slowly burns.
He screamed and he ran
His world turned to black,
And the men took to arms
And began to fight back.
He attacked with nothing
But a stick in his hand,
And the first Persian fell
His blood on the sand.
He picked up the sword
And saw naught but red.
He hacked and he slayed
Till all ten were dead.
What right does a man
Whose heart is at odds
Raise his fists to heaven
And dare question the gods?
Way off in Athens
The party still roared
As poor Darrius the widower
Fell on his sword.