How the World Should Work

Glory, love, hate, betrayal, and when at last their ships set sail, the world was told an epic tale where cunning and honor clash and prevail

This tale was scribed by one who holds a place in legend, always told, sung in halls by bards of old, remaining still, the greatest scrolled

Love began, it sparked, ignite, a marriage broken, in the night, and as the winds roared with might, love, so stolen, led to plight

Vengeance sworn on those who tried, the ones through choice they had denied, who saw a marriage as just a tide, ‘twas high or low, no thought for bride

Setting sail, they gathered round, swore to storm that holy ground, together joining, they had found, a cause for bloodlust, war was sound

But on the beaches, she was free, at last living, finally, the life she dreamt of faithfully, empowered was this bride to be

And so the horrors, sins of men, they had begun, it startled them, fighting fiercely, they all defend, until the bitter, bitter end

Amidst the fighting and the fray, a son was challenged, honorably, to fight for what was thought was he, the challenger, this Achilles

And so the greatest fight was fought, he and Hector, though tales have taught, Achilles drug through sand and rot, but its the truth that’s oft’ forgot

Respect amongst those mighty men, who fought for love, who’d fight again, it lives despite the quill and pen that writes the version to pretend

This tale is told not to enjoy, to every girl and every boy, recall the feeling in its employ, and open up the Gates of Troy