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.
