is this sparta?

i had a moment of thought. As orange lightning bathed the darkness with stark contrast, it went away as fast as it came. halfway down, and the foes fell one by one like chaff in the torrential evening downpour. morning broke with the whiz of cars down the highway, and for a moment there was nothing between me and glorious victory. as i landed on my feet, my body felt like dead weight cast in iron, wings torn and shield shattered.

yet there was something that kept me going, like a warm still light in the chaos of night. there was silence and the chatter of useless noise, but neither held the answer, the call, to keep on fighting, to the end.

it was almost time, but it was not the end yet.