A/N: So I just learned how to write an English sonnet (crazy, I know), and decided that sonnets work for Troy. Enjoy.


He, spilled out upon the burning sand, cried

For life, death, whichever flew first to his

Uninjured side, his chest still whole, voice tied

From one slash of metal sword, that loathed kiss.

Yet I was not present, pining for pride,

For Briseis, when I let the jewel

Fall from my grasp; till it's gone, its worth hides,

Diamond broken, my foundation, so cruel.

Blame derides me from its source, my own self.

It seems that I had watched him fall, one swing

From blade of prince of Troy, hindered not gulf

Great from gathering behind, cut Fate's string.

Now he rides no more with me across sand,

But sun's ashes, my own, scattered o'er land.