Famous Poem Starters

But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep
It has been my duty to serve to great lands of Sparta. Since I was just a young boy, not a day older than 7 I'd say. I was fighting and training to become the ultimate killing machine. Learning the phalanx, how to use the weapons, how to defend my self, and survive in the wild. I had to leave my family, a wife and a young son, to fight against the Persians. The nasty Persians, deciding to attack our neighboring states in Greece, specifically Athens. Athens was to our enemy, with there democracy and lack of military power, but we had to join forces to defeat the Mutual enemy. The walk was long and rough but we are warriors, we either win the battle or die trying with honor. A messenger came, before I was set to leave Sparta and fight, and told us of Xerxes evil plans to attack. Not many supplies were brought for the travel, and starvation and thirst began to become a problem. We took small detour and lost our way multiple times making it difficult to reach our destination in the estimated time. I was hurting myself but remembered what I was taught, "Never be a coward! Keep going!" my mentor would always yell. As I looked and saw my moaning counterparts I encouraged them and warned them of the consequences if we do not fight our hardest. When we reached the tight space between to huge rocks I was ready and anxious to go in. I knew that this is where it's all going to happen! This is where Sparta in an  alliance with Athens would both defeat the Persians! Walking into the battle grounds I was a bit cocky, all of us were, especially after the lingering hunger had vanished after we finished the meal we had saved for before battle. I was caught off guard then by the hundreds of thousands of Persians, all lined up and approaching...fast! As a warrior I was ashamed at the fear that had taken over my body, but also relieved by the adrenaline taking its course. We remained still in the phalanx, waiting for the Persians to try and penetrate our defenses. They did. Few soldiers that survived the persian attack against the phalanx creeped up behind their troops and attack the disorganized bunch. It was a mess. Too many Persians to count. What were we doing? Fighting for those...Athenians. We've hated them all along, why help now? And just then I looked to my immediate left. And saw nothing but the bright radiant sunlight bouncing off of the blade. And I tasted nothing but metal, cold silver, and the sweet taste of blood...my blood. They had slashed me, the Persians, and within a few minutes a was just a lost soldier honorably forgotten on the battle field. Walking into the battleground, I didn't know then that the battle was a suicide mission...for all.