The
age of heroes and marble men
Came
to an end
After
the fall of Troy
Culture
collapsed
Darkness
took over the land.
Weeds
grew among ancient temples
As
thrones were abandoned by kings.
Palaces
fell to the ground
As marble men
Eroded from their pedestals.
The
armies disbanded leaving the comforting barracks.
The
river of trade slowly dwindled to a trickle.
The
temples went unfinished
With
none to raise up Athena.
None
to exalt Zeus.
No
prayers to mother Hera
And
none to shining Apollo
Where
did these proud, vibrant people go?
To
Anatolia
Where
they waited out this cold, uncertain time
In
the warm weather flowing in from the Greek Sea.
While
they reveled in the ancient past
The
glories of old Odysseus
The
glorious fall of Troy.
Still,
things were bubbling
Under
the Greek mainland’s surface
Geometric
pottery
Started
directing paths
To
and Iron Age revival.
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