Hector
The noble man encased in bronze
Known as the man-killer for many dawns
The tears of his loving wife do flow
As off to battle brave Hector doeth go
He departs from the warmth of her and their son
To fight the warrior against no man has won
He fights the city, Troy, to save
Praying no more men go down to their grave
He had the chance to avoid the battle’s fray
But he says “Nor does the spirit urge me on that way”*
So to his doom the warrior will head
To that battlefield were other warriors have bled
To face Achilles, his challenging foe
As the gods watch him fight on earth below
*(Homer Line 88).\
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