King Priam’s city towers tall
Surrounded by the windy plains
Where mortal men and ageless gods
Wage war as Agamemnon reigns
Man-killing Hector thunders forth
Breaker of horses, Achaean foe
Spurred on by Lord Apollo’s will
And fired by his kingdom’s woe
Much like a lion’s mighty roar
Does Are’s ringing war cry sound
As Danaan wolves and Trojan dogs
Wreak havoc as they hunt and hound
When horses break their chariot reigns
And wounded warriors cry in pain
The blood of beast and man does mix
And mingle in the dusty plain
Amidst the chaos and the din
Of battle born of lustful sin
The lord of thunder pensive sits
In meditation grave and grim
Just like an eagle perched for prey
Surveys the ground below his bower
So deathless Zeus sits and views
The battlefield and topless towers
And in his line of sight there stands
The shepherd of the Lycian sheep
The godlike Sarpedon who sends
To Argive ranks eternal sleep
Infusing strength into his men
The Lycian leader leads them on
Towards Scamander’s hollow ships
Towards a rosy-fingered dawn
The lord of lightning knows the fate
His brave and noble son must meet
He views afar the Myrmidons
Come charging in a frenzied heat
A brazen form with horsehair plume
The mighty son of Kronos sees
Who is this armoured demigod
The brave swift-footed Achilles?
The lord of heaven wrathful grows
Olympus trembles as he quakes
Patroclus clad in gold he sees
Whose hubris paves the path he takes
And yet the fearless Lycian King
Comrade of Glaucus, Sarpedon
Stands like an oak tempestuous bound
Bright shining like the rising sun
The earth stands still as silver bolts
Like tongues of serpents rip the sky
The world will churn and Troy will burn
The blazing sun will set and die
Then ox-eyed Hera wise and bold
Laments and curbs her husband’s pain
The bloody war must run its course
And Sarpedon too must be slain
She knows the spectacle of man
Is one where each does play his part
A poignant tale scripted by Fate
A woven tapestry of art
The tide of time will ebb and flow
Into a calm and placid sea
The swimmer casts a mournful eye
Towards this vast eternity
When Fortune, courtesan of life
Does prance in provocative glee
O, who can bend or try to mend
What harlot graces do decree?
No wounded horseman’s plaintive plea
No god bellowing from the sky
Can win over her wily whims
When Fate ordains that death is nigh
When citadels come crumbling down
And spectres break and arrows rust
Colossal towers crack and char
Civilizations turn to dust
And all bejeweled spoils of war
And all the glory lost and won
Are dog-eared pages fading slow
Into a vast oblivion
The lord of thunder shakes his head
He sees the slayer of his son
He sheds a tear for him so dear
The day is dim, the time has come
Patroclus wields his brazen sword
The furies rage, the sirens sing
As Zeus almighty takes an oath
To clip the boy’s Icarian wings
A thousand carmine raindrops pour
The mighty oak uprooted falls
Surrounded by the dance of death
Prefiguring the flaming walls
The death of dauntless Sarpedon
The lion-hearted Lycian king
Shall bring about the fall of Troy
As Deimos reigns and war cries ring