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 (9)
two souls, very beautiful words
This was so lovely and beautifully written!
Wow!🤩 this entire poem is potent, from first to last word ✅. I especially like: “our love burns like the sun bright and everlasting until the very end”.
Powerful poem, Angela! Really struck by "let me match you word for word and touch for touch" And the last line rings with an important truth!
The first line sets the tone for an insightful read. Loved it!
Ah, now that’s the kind of love that shines like a cosmic glow-up! Living for each other, but also for themselves. Pure magic, pure connection. Love to see it! ✨
Yes beautiful indeed!
And this captures well the interconnectedness that should characterize love. Well done!
This is beautiful and each line carries so much weight and power and just hope and wonder! Love it a lot, Angela, well done!