I'm a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century.
The faces stare out
chiseled proud and bold
with polished cheeks,
their character defined.
...
I learned this ballad in my youth.
Perhaps the tale will bring you joy.
Our elders tell our people of
The Fall of Troy.
...
The cops will find
two bodies on the floor.
The stabbed one
took awhile to die,
...
The speeding carts
in darkness lunge and squeal,
(eyes glow then fade)
down through a dragon's jaw,
...