~ Non-Norse Poetry by Others ~

Μαραθωνος
(Marathonos)

Tearing through the sky with resouding twang,
Falling from above, whistling as they sang,
Formed volleys of the arrows' fiery dance.
Rhythmic in their pulse from Heaven to Earth,
Though steadfast in resolve, we held our berth
Amid dangers which lurked at every glance.

There stood the foe; the Eastern Emperor
And the Persian race; none more we abhor,
On fallow plains that fateful summer day.
Beside the bay the Persian fleet was beached.
With daunt for death they earnestly beseeched;
With greater dash we dove into the fray.

Their arrows overshot, and punctured none.
We were as an eagle with a salmon;
Swooping down, we penetrated their lines
And our talons enveloped their frail flanks.
Our thin front held firm, and we broke their ranks.
Athena's children thwarted their designs.

As we chased them through the bogs to their ships
Philippedes ran; vict'ry on his lips.

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