Burning Troy Again

You condemn me for your wretchedness, 

But who are you to me? 

What flame burns within your essence? 

To be Paris, snatch me away, is your avidity. 

You are a coward, unlike the Danaans 

Who are both clever and brave. 

Raging inside with these passions 

To help make change, and to save 

Our manner of life from those who intrude. 

By nature I am not violent, 

But will unleash my arrow if they obtrude. 

Again Troy will burn, I will not relent. 



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