The Achaeans Were Enraged As Were The Trojans
Each By The Other Individuals And The Whole.
In The Midst Of The Discord Was Erin, Quae Omnes Egit
She Unofficially Began It Who Had The Principal Role.

And It Was Her Silent Rage For Being Scorned
As Peleus His Thetis Wed Left Goddess Spurned
And Malum For Malum Shed The Apple She Threw
Amidst Three Contenders For What Seed Of Evil Had Said:
For The Fairest Of Three, Hera, Athene, Or Aphrodite.
And Erin Watched Wry Smile On Her Face
Beginning Era Of War With Gods At Their Hand
Abetting A Wavering Of Rage In A Race.
Fiery Athena Burst In
Her Head Armored Helmet;
Heavenly Hera Heaved
Herself As Lightning Quick;
And Mighty Aphrodite
Dove In As Never Done Before
To Claim To Be The Fairest Of Them All
And Erin Watched, Her Anger Quelled,
And Zeus Sat By Enthralled
Though Bored And Wanting More.
He Could Not Judge (Or Would Not Dare)
To Pick His Wife And Sister, Nor Instead
His Virgin Daughter Bursting From His Head,
Nor Aphrodite Whose Love And Care
Could Shift To Hate As Needed
If Her Way Ignored, Advice Unheeded,
Smiting Her Outside The Bonds Of Marriage Bed.
Comely Paris, Prince Of Troy, Son Of Priamselected; His Judgment Active Catalyst:
Hera, From You I Want Power, So Much
None Can Nor Will Resist My Will;
And You, Dear Aphrodite
None But The Most Beautiful
In The World Will Do For Me;
Ahh, Athena, From You Just Wealth
I Have Already Strength And Health.
And So It Was The Apple Went
To Aphrodite Of Them All,
For Fairest Helen, Spartan Queen,
Beginning War Of Wars Unseen.
The Duality Of Patroclus
Helen Willing Paris Took Her Self To Troy
And Married She Her Darling Boy
With Greeks Not Bearing Gifts
In Hot Pursuit, His Wife, New Trojan Bride,
Menelaus, Agememnon On One Side
Royal Brothers With The Greeks
With Ajax And Achilles Versus Troy
Andromache And Hector, And Their Boy,
Astyanax, Thrown From The Wall As Recompense
For Death, Destruction By Achilles-‘ Progeny
A Prelude For The Homicide Of Hector, Hence.
Beside His Friend
As Erastes For Euromenos
Full Armored, Stood Patroclus
Dressed With Shining Plume
Standing Proud, Agleaming
Brilliant Glow Throughout The Room,
Achilles-‘ Armor All Befitting Him
Its Gleam, Its Shine More Brilliant
Than The Glint Of Tears
That Welled Deep Pools Of Fear
That Lay In Wait To Tumbled Earthward
As Surely As In Mind The Trojans Fell.He Shook And Trembled, Quaking,
Clanging Armor Quivering
Knocking Knees Against His Armament
While Floods Poured Torrents
Down Child-‘s Cheeks Astreaming
His Whimpering Unheard
By All Despite His Tender Years.
Still Donning Shield And Armor
Of Achillean Fame,
Patroclus Poured Himself
As Cataract Of Lofty Falls
Relentless Poured Himself
On Trojan Forces, A Plague Himself
Of Locusts Drowning Trojans In Their Blood
Greek Tsunami -Ë—gainst The Trojan Walls
Each Side Their Bodies All Fall Colossal Thud
The Spear And Sword And Shield He Bore
Protective As Th