He’s cruel and stupid, and ignores
His omened doom, pronounced, decreed, 
And mine with his, no ranted screed.&nbsp;&nbsp;
Though I must speak, I pray it bores.&nbsp;&nbsp;
The direst warnings couldn’t save 
My family, or those I loved.&nbsp;&nbsp;
When prophecy failed, I should have shoved 
Them from the palace to some cave.&nbsp;&nbsp;
Now it’s too late to intervene, 
And force can spare their murderer.&nbsp;&nbsp;
I should prevent, but I’ll demur, 
And perish too. I’m just sixteen.&nbsp;&nbsp;
I’ve suffered, but don’t want to die, 
Especially not matched with him.&nbsp;&nbsp;
Even so, I’ll meet my downfall prim, 
Trojan royalty too brave to cry.