At Hades’ Gate they stood in wait
They knew the Persian host was great
A million strong was Xerxes’ throng
The Spartan men all knew their fate
“One hundred plus to each of us”
Were odds that they did not discuss
Their force was small but they stood tall
At Hades’ Gate they made no fuss
With sword and shield they held the field
For seven days they did not yield
With spear and bow they slew their foe
Perhaps their fate was not so sealed!
But out of dread one lone Greek fled
Into the Persian camp and said
“Spare me today, I know a way”
And to a different path he led
Without a sound the foe went ’round
And thus the Spartan army found
The Persian horde, like water poured
It covered ev’ry inch of ground
There is no doubt it was a rout
The Greeks though fought with wild shout
Until, tis said, they all were dead
Scarlet the ground from blood spilled out
Thermopylae, the poets say
Was more than tragic loss that day
The bards all sing, their voices ring
Of heroes headed Hades’ way
Yesterday was a surprisingly quiet day on the battle front. I managed to remove one lone maple bug who appeared to be doing scout duty on the steps outside of my house, but as I was able to dispatch it before it could raise any sort of alarm, it is hardly worth the mention.
I kept my eyes open all evening, looking at walls, on the ceiling, on the floor, and anywhere else I could think of where the insurgents like to take up their posts, but there were no bugs to be seen.
Some might be tempted to think that this lack of enemy sightings is a good thing, but I won’t be so easily fooled. Clearly, they are hunkered down somewhere, planning their next assault. I shall remain vigilant.
all quiet on the battle front
might seem all for the best
but I know that my home’s still “bugged”
and so I dare not rest
Any general will tell you that in war, there will sometimes be setbacks. Some battles will not go as planned. There may even be battles that are lost completely.
Tonight, I found one of the insurgents crawling around on the kitchen ceiling. I presume that it thought that it would be out of my reach, but I am 6’2″, and can reach the ceiling if I just stretch a wee bit.
I was attempting to grab its antenna between my thumb and a finger, but hadn’t anticipated that it might have a counter-attack in mind. Before I knew it, this six-legged foe dropped straight down toward my head.
As is the case when you find any sort of projectile hurtling towards your face, I flinched. The enemy used my momentary distraction to fly off to parts-of-my-house-unknown.
Tonight, I lost the battle, but I warn you, oh my mortal foe, I shall not lose the war!
today my foe, from up on high
dove down towards my upturned face
and I can tell you bravely now
I ducked and screamed with poise and grace.