Spartan

Thickened leathers tighten within a calloused grip

Masking traces of brocaded scars long healed

Mars against the swell of bronzed muscle

Contoured by the shadow of a bulky shield

Piercing eyes penetrate through a battered helm

A clenched jaw barely visible underneath

Crimson is smeared across once smoothed alloy

As an eager sword plunges through a foreign sheath

The ground quakes at the sudden weight of death

Drenched with the rancor of fresh blood

Discolored flesh welcome the last adversary

A slain army lies stagnant in the mud