Showing posts with label Akhaians. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Akhaians. Show all posts

Thursday, February 16, 2012

41. The Journey Home


After that famous siege of Troy
The crafty king left for home.
He forgot one special thing
To offer up to the mighty sea king.
It was he that helped the Akhaians win.
It was he that brought the horse inside the Trojan gates.
He could have held his special serpent friends
So it’s only right.
But Odysseus was quick to forget
And Poseidon’s storms set him out to distant lands
Where his party dwindled until
He was the only one to hang on.
The sea god’s one eyed son
Made a tasty meal of some.
Aeolus gave him a bag of winds
To guide him home for good
But Greed had opened it
And they were lost once again.
Some men fell under the spell of flowers.
Others an island witch.
They faced sea monsters and siren’s song
Forever battling the sea god’s mighty gale
Until finally, thanks to the gray eyed goddess,
He made it home
To only see strangers within his palace walls.
Disguising himself as an old beggar,
He revealed who he was in a competition.
Then scattered the men
Who dared to disturb his sacred bed.
Then, with his loving wife and son
He retired to his throne
Satisfied that his duty had been done.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

40. The Trojan War



A bloody battle soon ensued
On the plain of Illium.
The Akhaians came one thousand fold.
To take the city and her gold.
Curses and plagues flowed through the Greek camp
As gods played with mice and men.
The weakness of their great champion
Wasn’t only his heel.
Bloody stalemate caused red waterfalls
The fell to Hades’ land.
Pyres burned day and night
Because of the week foot’s stubborn ways.
Achilles, the man with fragile heel
Pouted in his tent
Because his precious trophy was taken away.
He stayed there
Like the man of marble that he was.
Even with his brothers’ cries
He just wouldn’t break.
But then the cracks began to show
When his Petroklos
Was carried to Hades’ hated den.
“Alas, Poor Petroklos!”
They cried in torment.
“Hero to us all.”
“While ours was pouting in his tent”
“Only he answered his brother’s call.”
So Achilles went
To challenge the horse trainer Hector.
“No prayers from you to me.”
He said as he desecrated his body.
Achilles dragged Hector across Illium’s great plain
Never once to let up
Priam’s pleading went unheard
So the gods had to intervene.
Achilles relented.
They had their funeral pyre.
It was an arrow from the Trojan prince’s hand
That helped him follow Hector down to that god-forsaken land.
A crafty island king and his wooden horse
Brought the city’s final end.