In the shadows of twilight, where sorrow weeps,
The air is thick with dread, as the silence creeps,
Once proud in their glory, now hushed and alone,
The Trojan women face the ruin they’ve known.
With eyes like embers, reflecting the night,
Haunted by visions of anguish and fright,
They watch as their city, once vibrant and bold,
Is swallowed by darkness, a tale to be told.
Frightened whispers curl like smoke in the air,
As