Under this rolling blue once stood my troy.
My troy, beside this metallic sea.
This grieving sea, hushing up the gruesome clash.
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Hektor's Lament...
Under this rolling blue once stood my troy.
My troy, beside this metallic sea.
This grieving sea, hushing up the gruesome clash.
Immense sterns lay battered beneath this sand.
This petrified sand, encasing an entire war.
War it was.
Javelined torso, helmed heads.
War it was.
Impossible throws took down myths.
Impossible hits shook history.
Battlements alive streets rumbling.
Bronze hitting iron with incredible force.
Long forgotten tunes roll up the soil.
Brick lined walls stand still.
A chariot, gold and leather.
Churning up a plume of raw red dust.
Hurled past me, and there he was...
Achilles. My Fate.
Achilles. My friend.
Achilles. Liberator.
Sweet sounds and black thoughts.
Swirled around my body.
Twisting and churning my essence.
Consumed me...
Me...
Hektor...
The Prince of Troy...
A sudden halo pierced my lashes.
A dazzling smile stared me down.
Soft whisper from damp lips.
Touched my skin, awaking me.
Andromache, my sweet Andromache.
Your Hektor bleeds now.
I did what needed to be done.
By Kronos..
I did what needed to be done.
You and I are spirits lost
Until the end of time...
And beyond...
Trying to remember a fading shout...
A screeching alarm.
Sealing the fates of an age.
A backward step a desperate grip.
Slipping on fire lit oil.
Under this thundering grey...
Once stood my Troy....
My Troy....