Sinon



WHO IS THERE? What wraiths do the shadows of my chamber obscure? Who without footsteps has tormented me Ever since I reached home? Before prophets saw my black ship, They heard the moans of dying women and children, Moans I heard before returning home, Reminding me of the glorious slaughter I unleashed. Those submitting to the lustful prince Paid in blood for their wrongs. So satisfying the taste of blood. What great glory that my guile opened Troy's doors, Doors not even Achilles could pry open. Ghosts of Troy, Return to your underworld now. Do not cower behind shadows as you have with walls. Accept your defeat. Be at peace. Lay rest on your loamy beds. Foolish even in death, No fear of pain shall haunt you. You can never be conquered again. No longer shall my guile harm you; In death you should not fear my lethal guile. If you wish to praise me for my skill, Save it for when I die. Go waft in the underworld, which I sent you. Haunt me no more! Ghosts have no place in the land of the living. In death, your life is tossed away, Never to be seen and never to return.