Sorrowful fate on Troy’s sands Awful the curse that spoiled prophetic dreams None harkened, my warnings in wind were lost Death by ruse, murdered people thrown in streams Ruthless men not stopped by mere walls of stone Ancient tale of triumph for one cruel soul Blessed be, my sisters’ souls Raging fires, your bodies now blackened sand Infamous end, not to sleep under stones Graves denied by priests and hypocrite dreams I mourn, but our faith won’t fade in the stream Do as ye will yet hurt none. Creed’s not lost Victory be gained or lost It takes one blade and one deserving soul Virtue facing down the barbaric streams It ends at valiant lines in the sand Excalibur preserved Camelot’s dream Noble king, knights, and my sword in the stone The hungry child can’t eat stones Excess for some while others starve, both lost Rich men hoard all but poor ones’ futile dreams Evil gloats in new clothes, while an old soul Sees how wealth’s mere fistfuls of flying sand As kindness prevails, gold’s lost in the stream Years grind down stone. Frozen in time, my soul It’s chafed by loss as friends fade into sand But dreams persist as love withstands the stream
Aki Halme, Finland
