Ancient Greece became a right fearsome place:
Sculptures and buildings and wars made apace.
Men arose and then died as time stirred on;
The likes of those will never come again.
After Sparta laid Athens’ dreams full bare,
Rough men from Pella took to their warfare;
One of them routed the silk-cloaked Great King.
Then many songs were sung; some men still sing;
Still all of them quit soil to Hades and
Many more arose and then died: the end.
— Gabriel Fenteany, January 5, 2014
