Ulysses’ sleep was sound that night
while waiting in his wooden horse
the enemy was near, of course
but he was ready for the fight
his men and he had hidden well
in this their ‘gift’ unto their foe
yes, unaware were those below
that just above them dwelt their Hell
with willing steps the enemy
unknowingly brought death inside
while those above enjoyed the ride
knew soon enough they would be free
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Let the carnage begin!
Abhra, our host today at dVerse, asked us to write “Modern Mythology”. Here is my take on the prompt. I couldn’t resist breaking the rules (once again) on the sonnet form.