[Book II – The Fall of Troy] [STORY] After Dido's request, Aeneas told about the deceive of the Trojan horse And the fall of Troy. He started with the story of the “captured” Greek Sinon who deluded the Trojans telling that the hose had been constructed To appease Minerva after their attack on her temple. The only one who Opposed the horse was the priest Laocoön: he spared it but nobody Believed his words. He was attacked and k**ed, along with his sons, by Two serpents. The Trojans broke down their walls to get the horse inside In the night, the Greeks sailed back to the shore and Sinon released the Men from the horse, giving start to the tragedy of the fire of Troy. The Palace was attacked and Priam k**ed by Pyrrhus, Achilles' son. In the Meanwhile, in dream, Hector appeared to Arneas and told him to flee the Ensuring destruction and to find a new town, a new place where the glory Of Troy would shine once again. A divine portent appeared over the head Of Ascanius. At first Anchises refused to flee with him and so his words Echoed through the ruins of his own home… Troy: Son, watch around – this is my home Now burns in flames and I with her sink I hear thy voice, fate; I obey thy call As for my grave, let heaven take care… [Chorus:] Save you beyond the dark of this night Save you beyond this line Save you beyond the clouds to the light Save you now it's my time My way is written, the same of these ruins Here, my last elegy – her last sad song I hear thy voice, fate: I obey thy call As for my grave, let heaven take care… [Chorus] [STORY] …but that was not his fate… finally, persuaded by the divine force Anchises joined his son who carried him on his shoulders. Watched Over by heaven, Aeneas had succeeded in fleeing along with his aged Father, his little son and the Penates, his household gods. Suddenly Aeneas realized he had left his wife, Creusa, and went back… before His eyes the desolate scene of Troy… now an immense stake… the Ancient holy temples transformed into a pile of ruins, the majestic and Bright palaces now… blacked skeletons. Searching for her, running Screaming her name, suddenly he remained sill… not a move, not a Word… a sense of terror ran through is shoulders… in front of him, he Saw the shadow of his beloved wife. She – dead in the ruins – had come Back to him and pophesied his great future…