Ad Coronam Thermopylae (Crown at Thermopylae)

Leonidas with his crown of gold

Stood at the hot gates- thermopylae

Against the dashing numbers

Of warriors with glamour, Persians they were

Led by god-king they say

Thousands fell at the blades of few

'Momento homo' a faint whisper reverberated

Across sands of time, where ego swells doom follows

On all, toiled so hard to build 

As it goes, the head matters the most

In times desperate as the tales murmur 

Let us remember this now!