"Out of the Phalanx,"

while Sacred Athens burned Red;

"You are on your Moon."


The People Sobbing,

yet somehow, She was "Mooning;"

"Omertá, Cowards."


The Spartans all Reeled,

as Athena Broke their Ranks;

as She Slashed and Killed.


She Bled them Weeping,

She Bled the Acropolis;

"Gods, what have we done."


The Hoplités Wept,

then the Cowards ran away;

pulling out their Hair.

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