BOOK I
How died for Troy the Queen of the Amazons, Penthesileia.
They speak and they sing and they dance and they tell of joy and happiness.
When godlike Hector by Peleides slain
Passed, and the pyre had ravined up his flesh,
They question and they puzzle and they whisper and they query of what it is claimed.
And earth had veiled his bones, the Trojans then
Tarried in Priam's city, sore afraid
And with the passing of time - oh, how everything changes!
Before the might of stout-heart Aeacus' son:
As kine they were, that midst the copses shrink
They feel the rhythm signalling the start of an age-old sequence, and they know a new era has come.
From faring forth to meet a lion grim,
But in dense thickets terror-huddled cower;
Sooner rather than later we must learn that things change, definitions evolve.
So in their fortress shivered these to see
That mighty man. Of those already dead
That which we claim exhilaration has adapted, been recalibrated -
They thought of all whose lives he reft away
Yet! - the songs and dances never change.
Right, so I don't know where this came from. It doesn't even fit. But just tell me how it is anyway?