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....
Comments (6)
It sure does feel like that sometimes.. writing fiction is not something I find easy .. I like free verse and easier with more personal plus real life content I.e we write what we know.. but before vocal a few yrs ago now - I started a bunch of short stories for fun.. but didn’t know how to finish these and got overwhelmed, now they are just permanent works in progress lol. But I’d really like to improve my fiction writing. 😊
Oh no, I hope you're okay. It sometimes can get so overwhelming. Sending you lots of love and hugs! ❤️
I know the feeling.
All too familiar. Great job!
All or nothing!
I know the feeling!! Too many stories, too little time!!!