Agamemnon

Agamemnon gets his own poem. This came out of the previous one but it was getting kinda long for Instagram. Beside the Mycenaeans didn’t have dossiers and I wanted to keep the rhyme. “He’d give h

King Agamemnon raised a wind

When the whole fleet had lain becalmed.

He’d sacrificed, and hadn’t qualmed.

From horror he could not rescind.

His wife has taken the loss badly.

Not even kings can lessen grief,

Or render the bereft relief.

He’d give his life for hers, and gladly.

And jealousy has made it worse.

The girl is a much younger mate,

But looks and youth can’t replicate

A marriage sorrow can’t reverse.

Any captive’s understandably

A little skittish at the first.

They say she’s mad, that she’s been cursed

With visions of the things to be.

Shamans love to peddle threats

And when the worst misfortune hits

They preen like fortune’s favorites.

And they alone have no regrets.

He had refused a wheedling fraud.

And then a bunch of men got sick.

Confronted by a lunatic,

He’d given in, resigned unawed.

A warlord doesn’t quake from fear

Because a foreign princess whines.

Him frightened by his concubines?

The girl’s annoying but sincere.