I am the priam, who saw his troy fall
Not ad patres,but held the cineri
with a silence above all

I am the hector,who traversed the line of for known fear
prey to pride, offed to ethics, yet not a martyr

I am the paris,beliefs indefensible,desires unleashed
quodnon, not by the greeks,
but bestowed with companion's despicere

I am the troy, reciting the doomed tunes
abode to none, abodeless ruins
abandoned by amare, devoid of deligere
seeking the trust,a demolished heaven
scraping the rust,sowing the barren.