"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!