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 (12)
Sweet and inspirational. Glorious poem Tiffany
Glorious!!! Love it!!!
Your poetry is like fire
Hello, seen your voice here and there, great to just say Hi. Glow gracefully my dear.
Your words are always uplifting and bring joy. Thank you for sharing this piece!!
Glorious piece. Well done, my friend.
This covers a lot of great feelings. Short and sweet!
Very soothing
Very nice!!😊💕
✨Love this piece ❤️💯
You always write the most simple beautiful inspirational poem, Thank you, Tiffany . 🥰It’s a reminder that God is always in controlled. 🙏🏽
If I saw this poem anywhere in the world I would know it was you! 🥰