Sunlight falls in besotted joy
  upon the walls of Ilium.
Protected,
  secure and proud,
    manned and strong.

Oh reckless Paris, alone in Troy,
behind her walls infected.
Your muse impails,
Your yearning loud.
Your heart so pure. So wrong.

Glittering in unbroken light
  is a silent goddess.
Rejected
  by the scornful crowd.
    Ignorant. Apollo's throng.

Weep sad son of Ilium.
By Hiram accepted.
Prepare to fail.
Dare Gods now long forgotten.
Ignore Cassandra's song.