"The Illiad"

Glory, death, fear, pride,

Those of us of which divide.

A face that launched a thousand ships.

A guilty heart to pay,

The sorrow and pain of war and disgrace.

Killing, wounding, tearing away,

The black death consumes.

Ares playground.

All should fear,

The sorrow and pain of war and disgrace.

Fire burning, sacrifice scorching,

Wine poured in a cup.

To Zeus's pleasure!

All should yearn,

The sorrow and pain of war and disgrace.

Bones cracking, flesh singeing,

The brave wrought with grief.

Soil marked by ashes of fallen.

All should mourn,

The sorrow and pain of war and disgrace.

Shining, flashing, blinding opponents,

Achilles armor forged of gold.

Hector's worst nightmare.

All should cringe,

The sorrow and pain of war and disgrace.


This is a pretty short poem for me. I have a better poem for the Iliad posted if you check my profile.