Welcome to Squiddlers homepageI'm pretty new at this, so bare with me :-) I'll start putting all kinds off stuff online soon, mostly about my hobbies, maybe about some music as well (play the guitar once in a while) maybe some poems like this from Arete Rise up, warriors, take your stand at one another's sides, Your feet set wide and rooted like oaks in the ground. Then bide your time, biting your lip, for you were born From the blood of Heracles, unbeatable by mortal men, And the god of gods has never turned his back on you. So cast off whatever fears arise at the armored legions They'll muster before you, hedge yourselves round With hollow shields, and learn to love death's ink- Black shadow as much as you love the light of dawn, So that when the hour comes, the battle lines drawn, You won't hang back beyond javelin and stone but, Marshaled into ranks, advance as one to engage your enemy Hand-to-hand. And then, hefting your bronze-tipped Spears and raking the air with your broadswords, Set foot to foot, battle-dress to weaponry, Horsehair crest to polished mail and, helmet to helmet, Eye to eye, mangle their gear, hack off limbs, lay open The organs that warm their chests, and beat them down Until the plain runs red with enemy blood and you Still stand, breathlessly gripping your wet sword's hilt. ? Tyrtaeus (7th c. B.C.) But then again, it might be tooo weird.
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