Poezja

Dragged over
the field went your man of such valor.


Unaided by
those above, left to the fury of that rage,


Of who took
down so many to find the heart of truth,


On that
foreign land so long ago.


For who wept
longer than you dear lady,


When the son
of Peleus took what was yours?


On that
foreign land, so long ago.





How do I
wipe your tears,


When so long
ago did your heart break?


To see him,
that one so noble,


Disfigured
behind that cruel chariot.


Who held you
close


On that
grievous day, so long ago?





Now a spoil
to the very madness,


That came
across the Aegean to your step.


Taking down
with swords to flesh.


The sharp
blades and the gore,


And what did
befall you?


So long ago.





For your loss
I do give this one gift


A secret
shrine deep within my mind,


Now on quiet
nights do I light the censor,


And remember
those tears on that tender cheek.


So long ago.