Troy

I'll write about my New York trip when I have a little more time and am fully caught up with all my homework, but in the mean time I thought I'd post this poem that my brother wrote for his mythology class. I think it is amazing and he is super talented. I can barely rhyme two sentences let alone a whole poem that keeps to the story of Troy. Good job little brother.


Poem of Troy
By
Matt Kamlet

Listen to a story, centuries old,
Of Hector, Achilles, and the city of Gold.
It began when young Paris took Helen with lust,
And Helen had left Menelaus in the dust.
Together the lovers departed for Troy,
With Sparta behind them, long lives they’d enjoy.
Menelaus came home and said, “Where’s my Wife?!”
“With the young Prince of Troy? Then I shall take his life!”
So he went to his brother, the wide-ruling king,
Agamemnon the selfish, who began recruiting.
Then he gathered the lords of the kingdoms of Greece,
Said to leave home behind and to take to the seas.
The warriors landed, and based on the beach,
And the outer defenses of Troy had been breached.
But soon after this, Greece committed a sin,
Against Apollo, and his priest, by stealing his kin.
For nine days Apollo cast plague on the Greeks,
Making them angry and making them weak.
Agamemnon was then forced to give up his prize,
But then he did something unjust and unwise.
He insulted Achilles, with muscles of steel,
With immortality, except for the heel.
He did so by taking Achilles’ prize,
Condemning the Greeks to a certain demise.
Achilles decided to retire from war,
Until Agamemnon would beg for his sword.
It soon seemed as though he had made a mistake,
For the city of Troy was not easy to take.
For Zeus had deceived the wide-ruling king,
By igniting an offense through an unholy dream.
On the fields of Troy, the two armies would meet,
The horse-taming Trojans, and the bronze-wielding Greeks.
Over Helen, Menelaus and Paris would fight,
But when Paris was down, his body took flight.
Aphrodite had saved him, from the violence below,
To repay him the choice he had made long ago.




The Trojans and Greeks looked up in the air,
Then they looked at each other, and charged, then and there!
Hector went back to tell Paris to fight,
With his warrior brothers, because it was right.
Then Hector saw his wife start to cry,
Kissing her and his baby, he told them goodbye.
Meanwhile, the wide-ruling king felt defeat,
And he proceeded to kiss Achilles’ feet.
“We are heading home!” bared Achilles’ lips,
“Unless the defender of Troy brings fire to my ships.”
The fire ignited on Achilles’ friend,
The defender of Troy had just sealed his end.
Around the city, the two soldiers ran,
Until Hector decided to fight, man to man.
Hector asked for an honorable end,
And Achilles said, “There are no pacts between lions and men.”
Achilles killed Hector, but unsatisfied yet,
He dragged the slain Trojan by his Chariot.
Then the old king of Troy went to beg for his son,
To recover his body from the deed that was done.
Then, reflecting the late Hector’s death,
Achilles had soon drawn his own last breath.
Sad, how a man of such strength and appeal,
Could be sent down to Hades by an arrow to the heel.
Then death came to Troy from an unusual force,
From the tricks of Odysseus, in the form of a Horse.
The once golden city met its eternal home,
But would later return, in the form of Rome.