I think, what brought you to this pass?
Heroes lie thick, anonymous,
Blurred with honorable mention
In mass graves of fine intention,
And yet even now dreams yield
On their unequal battlefield
Betrayal’s still familiar face,
The name that nothing can erase,
Not even final victory.
Sleep has no sense of history:
Even now I lose the day,
Always look the other way,
While old treachery awaits
The heart’s warm springs, its hot gates.
—A. E. Stallings
[Ephialtes: the Greek who betrayed the Spartans to the Persians at Thermopylae]