Ilium's Walls

[curulambe]

To be sung to an undetermined tune.

Long nights at Ilium's walls
Long nights at Ilium's walls
Wagering life and wife and kin
For honor in Priam's service to win
Long nights at Ilium's walls

Long nights at Ilium's walls
Clear come the clarion calls
Of Achaeans heralding day's last light
But the man-killer swears that he will not fight
Long nights at Ilium's walls

Long nights at Ilium's walls
Wrath stalks great Priam's halls
Alexander's lust has brought them here
For no son of Troy will he shed a tear
Long nights at Ilium's walls

Long nights at Ilium's walls
Long night as Ilium falls
Not bronze, but wood, has been our doom
As the horse turns Ilium into our tomb
Long night as Ilium falls

It's kind of a work in progress.

[gryphonpoet]

I like the retelling of the tale. It has a chanting feel of an ancient military unit sitting around the campfire shortly before lights out, teaching each other songs to alleviate the boredom of the camp. It's a good start and with some polish will do well, I think.

Do you have some music in mind for it? Or will it remain "undetermined"?

[curulambe]

I have a tune in mind, of my own devising, which likewise needs a lot of polishing. It's kind of like the filk "Song of Roland", but more subdued. Less strident.