The ships sailed off that bitter land,
Sailing home, but not all men
Were on hand.
Many years, too long.
Many years, they have been gone.
But now it is all over!

Many heroes have died,
Still burning on the beach.
Still lying in the ruins,
While their wives weep.

Their children were playing
Still growing up, and strong,
Then sent to their fathers
Only to bear arms.

Their godly has been shot down,
The invincible one.
Lying in the ashes,
But the fighting still went on.
It all came down to a fatal flaw,
A letting in of evil,
No gift for the gods.

Rushing in at night,
Kill all the guards,
Kill all the men,
Cut off their arms.

City in ruins,
Just off the beach.
History’s been made,
But the sailors leave in grief.

Not one is proud,
Not one is happy,
Just pain in the souls,
Of hundreds of old men.

Some were twenty,
Now thirty they are.
Some were forty,
Now fifty they are.
All of them by now
Have at last one scar.

One traveler won’t make it back,
At least not for long.
He will be remembered
But not welcome in open arms.

This is what’s left,
Of the men on the beach
The men from the east,
And the men who came
From Greece.

All this for a lady
The “fairest” of all
The cause of the war

This is what made
Troy’s fall!

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