In the shadow of the walls of Troy,
Where banners of valor once sang with joy,
Women dwelled in a world torn apart,
Their lives threaded deep with sorrowed heart.
Beneath the clang of swords and cries of men,
They watched as fate sealed their fates again.
From mothers weeping for sons lost to night,
To brides turned spoils in the flickering fight.
Andromache, with her heart in despair,
Saw Hector fall, a hero laid bare.
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