"Lament for Fallen Hector"
Alas that might Hector has fallen
In a manner so akin to a crumpled page!
Do you then say the ink he bled and wrought to words
Should be strung to Achilles' chariot of tattered parchment
And dragged about in the chalky dust?
I am as Priam, come to rekindle an ancient Sun
And let it blazed undimmed in a fading world;
Throwing light upon dishonor cloaked in ebony.
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What mockery is this?
That you should hold aloft your flickering candle
And call it a star!
Methinks Laura would have but tilted her chin
And sung her haunting melody of humor,
Such as bells all dangling upon a string
At such a mighty claim!
For your harsher tones could never flow
As such a golden stream.
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Hmmm... in case you didn't notice, this poem really wasn't about The Iliad at all (unless you decided to take the poem literally), but it was the best catagory to put it into. I also wanted to see if any of you were thinking... or if my metaphors were any good. What did you think it was really about? It was supposed to be about how most people today really don't appreciate old masterpieces while (in my opinion) it is much more beautifully written than the modern style. Please review!
