A poem that describes the honors that Trojan women went though

**The Lament of Trojan Women** In the shadow of the fallen walls, they weep, Mothers and daughters, their fates to keep, Once proud and noble, now slaves to the night, Trojan women, in sorrow, their hearts take flight. With fire’s embrace, their city did fall, Echoes of laughter now silent, a pall, They watched as the flames danced with glee, A pyre for dreams that would never be. Hecuba, the queen with a heart filled with dread, Stood by the ruins where her kin once tread, Her husband gone, her sons lost to fate, What price for glory? What burden of hate? Cassandra, the prophet, cursed with her sight, Forewarned of the doom that swept through the night, But her cries fell on ears deaf to despair, What honor in truth when no one would care? And Polyxena, innocent, radiant, bright, Was claimed as a prize in the triumph of night, To the altar of fate, her spirit was led, An offering made, for the lives left unsaid. Their hands once held silk, now shackled in chains, Each whispered farewell is a river of pains, Yet through all the sorrow, a strength they possess, In the tapestry woven, their spirits coalesce. For honor is found not just in a place, But in love and in courage, in the lines of their face, In the echoes of laughter that once filled the halls, In the whispers of hope that still grace their falls. Trojan women, though battered, still rise, Their stories eternal, engraved in the skies, From ashes they blossom, in resilience bloom, Their legacy forged in the shadow of doom. So honor the voices of those who have bled, For the strength of their spirits shall never be dead, In the heart of the fallen, a fire will gleam, The Trojan women’s honor, a timeless dream.