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)
Metaphor my Malaysian princess
Plunge to my death? Sure! Hehehhehehe. Loved your Senryu!
Angst can be hard to deal with! Beautiful senryu.
I'd try like he**
This Haiku hit home. Nice work.
Lovely haiku 🍀🍀🍀🍀