Fri, 04/17/2020 - 11:25 -- MTandon

The noble man encased in bronze

Known as the man-killer for many dawns

The tears of his loving wife do flow

As off to battle brave Hector doeth go

He departs from the warmth of her and their son

To fight the warrior against no man has won

He fights the city, Troy, to save

Praying no more men go down to their grave

He had the chance to avoid the battle’s fray

But he says “Nor does the spirit urge me on that way”*

So to his doom the warrior will head

To that battlefield were other warriors have bled

To face Achilles, his challenging foe

As the gods watch him fight on earth below


*(Homer Line 88).\


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