Troy
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A little girl, princess of Troy
Was never one that had much joy
Her tale is of great tragedy
Her life has inspired much study
Apollo gave the gift to know
But cursed her all those years ago
Join and fight, join to die.
Join to paint, a blood-red sky.
The artists are the infantry,
The archers black a sky to see,
The flames, the art, Troy to dust
While Hektors sword gives way to lust,
The Night wanes
The battle's done
The bards shall sing of this fight
For centuries to come
