**The Lament of the Trojan Women**
In the shadow of a dying flame,
Where once stood glory, now but shame,
The cries of mothers haunt the night,
As dawn unveils a world of blight.
With tresses torn and spirits frayed,
Beside the ruins, the mourners laid,
Cloaks of sorrow draped on skin,
The ghosts of laughter buried within.
Hecuba weeps, a queen displaced,
Her throne now lost, her heart erased.
In quiet despair, she gathers