we die forgotten
The Chorus -
Cunning, not the feat of arms, brought fair Ilium low,
Unmasked Achilles gambit leading him to Troy,
Drove the swift knife into Iphigenia's breast
To ply cruel Artimus for fair following winds.
But the fates cut many lives short on Ilium's shores
Hopes of glory dashed for thousands who fought and died
Their shadows haunting Hades’ dark, lifeless halls:
Noble Hector no match for enraged Achilles,
Nor the son of Peleus, Paris' swift arrows.
Who won the laurel of Achille's golden armor
And was named Greatest of the Greeks if not Ajax?
But he who knew no honor save ruthless cunning,
Wily Odysseus, gained both, and the better man,
Mighty Ajax, fell upon his sword in sorrow,
His soul traveling the lonely roads to Hades’ keep.
But the gods' wroth did not end at the sack of Troy,
Agamemnon would rue his daughter's sacrifice
When his wife and her lover knifed him in his bath.
But he who deceived Troy with the horse filled with Greeks
Would spend ten long years failing to return to home....
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Danger dogged our poor ship at every turning,
And after each our numbers shrank, first the cyclops
Then facing the ravenous six-headed Scylla,
And when we foolishly raided Helios's cattle.
But Circe's isle led to all the hell that followed....
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Comments (2)
I like the contrast with nature's power and the stillness of your partner lying but it is like only thise two things, your mother and nature, represented by the bird, truly know you? Or that only your partner can bring you stillness. Either way, I liked where it took me.
Very easy to love. X