The
dragon looked toward Greece.
The
pain of Sardis was still fresh.
Darius
was constantly reminded
With
the dragon’s nightly grumblings.
“We
must punish those that defy us,”
The
dragon said to him.
Darius
agreed.
The
dragon snapped at Greece.
Gaining
the horn of Thrace.
With
his teeth still freshly bloodied from Thracian blood
He
snapped up Eretria.
The
dragon wasn’t satisfied.
His
hunger and anger at the Greeks
Raged
within him.
Thrace
and Eretria were just appetizers.
He
roared with rage toward the city of Marathon.
Athena
rushed to the city to protect it.
A
shield made of ships blocked the dragon from her people.
The
messenger,
Philippides,
Ran
to Sparta
Dying
on Ares’ doorstep
With
his last breath.
A
warning of incoming Persia.
Ares
looked at the man wishing he could help.
It
would be rude to leave the feast table of Apollo.
Athena
was left to fend for herself.
She
stood alone against the great beast.
With
sword in one hand
Shield
in the other
She
bravely charged the dragon and his forces
Letting
out her enormous battle cry
Among
clashing phalanxian armor.
Startled
by the attack
The
dragon fled from the armored goddess.
Many
were lost on the Greek side
But
the dragon lost a lot more.
The
Greek dead were cremated.
A
stone erected
So
that the glorious grove of Marathon can
tell of his valor
As can the long
haired Persian,
Who well
remembers it.
The
dragon did remember it.
With
every passing day
It
festered
Turning
and churning in his stomach.
At
every meal Darius replied
“Lord,
remember the Athenians.”
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