Dancers of Epano

I am haunted by legends of people who follow a course, on principle, that means their certain death--- the defenders of the Alamo, or the Three Hundred Spartans. What words echoed through their minds as they set out to resist their inevitable doom? Were there words at all, or only a quivering pool of inner silence?
On the 16th of December, 1803, after witnessing the slaughter in battle of their fathers, brothers, and sons, the Greek women of Zalongo danced together, in farewell;then, threw themselves and their children over a precipice, rather than submit to the advancing Turks. Dancers of Epano is my homage to their imponderable determination.