The training is for only the best
tired and weary will get no rest

Out of the frying pan and into the fire
A spartan heart is what they desire

The battle rages with the Persians in charge
Their talent is little but their army is large

Through thick and thin 300 prevail
They tried their best but were destined to fail

What the prophet spoke was leading them well
But they still went to fight till the last one fell

The deaths of a few is a small price to pay
For all of the persians that are now left to decay

The wall of the dead was a sly little trick
But the might of their army left barely a knick

With an ambush from the side, they went over the summit
Hundreds on hundreds left shrieks as they plummet

King Xerxes is getting impatient now
He asks one more time if the spartans will bow

With their last strength they defy him once more
Xerxes replies with one word, au revoir

The war is still raging between the two powers
They fight through the night and for endless hours

An enemy messenger comes to the spartan side
Before he can reach them a single arrow does glide

Through the air it pierces his weary heart
And the endless fighting they will restart

The numbers game is in the king’s hand
Now he expects he will be able to expand

Where 300 Spartans Faced 10,000 strong
their inevitable Fate they could only prolong

At Thermopylae; Sparta’s Final frontier
300 soldiers knew the end was near

With a shuddering gasp Leonidios Fell to the ground
And with that his empire came tumbling down