With thanks to W.B. Yeats for the 'blood-dimmed tide' line :-)

 

 

Rest your weary head soldier,

lay your spear at your side.

The odds are stacked against you,

the rocks can no longer break

the blood-dimmed tide.

 

Your shield is your pillow,

but it cannot protect you

from the darkness behind closed eyes.

Or a sky made black by arrows

and the endless stare of brothers left to die.

 

Tomorrow you will stand

and tomorrow you will fight.

Body tense and spear primed

you’ll make your final stand

and die at Thermopylae