His Trojan Horse
Achilles had his tendon, but that his weakness
Hercules had his strength, but Zeus didn’t need a goddess
Samson fell for Delilah, and his gift she came to destroy
All they had to do was burn the horse. but the gods are to blame for the fall of Troy
The things that we take to ourselves
Reflections of measures of self
Tales of the hidden recesses we hold
And narratives that we leave untold
His Hoofs, ten times proof.
That Boots are just shoes.
Her Hair makes you drool.
A trojan horse is feminine too.
Neighing behind his back was his trojan horse
The slower it went, the longer the fuss
But when the con men showed up at the top of his desk
His Control was the Alternate to Delete the task
Faintly sung, the music she heard was wrong.
Numbers that spun into alphabets to think a moan.
Fires sparkled bright, leaves living in green home
All in her memoir was faintly his Trojan horse.
The trophy was a trojan horse,
He crept to bed, frolicked with it
When he awoke his nightmare real
A scourge of war his poor eyes met.
On the inside was the stump of foot Achilles left
Which can raise a fall no matter how long
If heed to conscience isn’t paid
3 days will be enough to bring life to death
The blue flame smiled with pride and charm
With a crafty tongue and comely breeze she blew out his red fires
Where are the days of wild hunt and untamed moonlight? He laments
His treasury now houses relics of a lost identity
A gift from the cavern of despotic minds
Of soured intentions shrouded in golden embellishments
Discernment becomes a shield and a wall to pull up
Against the Trojan horse seeping in the fluid guile of craftiness
Okay, i know what a horse is
But i know nothing of trojans
And don’t ask me to force it
‘Cos i plan to simply ignore it.
Lies are gods
All now lost