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#iliam
The flames soared high Above the broken city- Troy sodden by war Necks cut, women ***** children Enslaved. The sea mirroring The city’s pain, screaming waves Piling on the shore. In the dust lay The groaning towers of Iliam The beaten Shards of a brilliant culture Felled and fouled By barbarians. Around the moping Cypress Heroes' ashes Lie infertile, While Achilles moans in Hades Weeping unwashed tears For his body's fading And his shadows continuance In eternal gloom.
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
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