(This poem was too long to appear here in its entirety but I wanted to share a bit of it)
Encamped at the base of Vesuvius
Glaber believed he had the upper hand
But he didn’t count on the cunning of Spartacus
Glaber doing exactly what his adversary had planned
In laying siege to Spartacus’ volcanic keep
And in leaving the cliff face undefended
By cover of moon with most of Glaber’s men asleep
Using rope made from woven vines Spartacus descended
Slithering like serpents bellies to the ground
Silently, stealth fully crawling they crept
Killing the sentries before they could utter a sound
Glaber and his men were slain as they slept
