I sing how the flight of fury hurled the twin command,
one will that hurled young Greece and winged the spear
of vengeance straight for Troy! The kings of birds to kings
of the beaking prows, one black, one with a blaze of silver skimmed
the palace spearhand right and swooping lower, all could see,
plunged their claws in a hare, a mother bursting with
unborn young the babies spilling, quick spurts of blood
cut off the race just dashing into life! Cry, cry for d**h,
but good win out in glory in the end.
But the loyal seer of the armies studied Atreus' sons,
two sons with warring hearts he saw two eagle kings
devour the hare and spoke the things to come,
'Years pa**, and the long hunt nets the city of Priam,
the flocks beyond the walls, a kingdom's life and soul
Fate stamps them out. Just let no curse of the gods lour on us first,
shatter our giant armour forged to strangle Troy.
I see pure Artemis bristle in pity yes, the flying hounds of the Father slaughter for armies... their own victim.. a woman
trembling young, all born to die
She loathes the eagles' feast!' Cry, cry for d**h, but good
win out in glory in the end.
'Artemis, lovely Artemis, so kind to the ravening lion's tender,
helpless cubs, the s**ling young of beasts that stalk the wilds
bring this sign for all its fortune,
all its brutal torment home to birth!
I beg you, Healing Apollo, soothe her before
her crosswinds hold us down and moor the ships too long, pressing
us on to another victim ... nothing sacred, no no feast to be eaten
the architect of vengeance turning to the palace.