[poem] Polydorus

[creepy_crawly]

So, as those of you with whom I am facebook friends are aware, I have this thing where I write poetry about historical characters that capture my imagination. Usually, it's dead Greek girls. (Blame Great Con. I certainly do.) However, I've recently rediscovered a few of my pieces from last year--last January, in fact--that focus on other people. Like dead Latin girls and...SHOCKER!...dead Latin guys. So here you are:



Polydorus lies broken and betrayed,
Only the hate of ages to accompany him.
Like a lamb he went trustingly
Yet was cut down,
Down like a tree
Old and rotten through.
Rotten through?
Unoriginal, perhaps, but
Suiting for what they did.

Lies they fed him,
In hopes that he would follow
Even though they shouldn't have feared;
Safe they were with him.

Broken trust was their legacy,
Rusting spears their gift.
Opening wounds in his side, they
Knotted him down,
Eventually deserting him.
Nature adorns him now.

And why should she not?
No fault lies with Polydorus;
Deception was not his game.

Betrayed, Polydorus waits.
Each season's turn
Teaches him fear and loneliness.
Rejoice, Polydorus!
Aeneas has come for you!
Yet he pulls the blades from your flesh,
Expecting the limbs of trees.
Defeated, deserted, destroyed.

Please tell me if you spot any typos in this; my fingers might have been moving faster than my eyes or brain!

HERE is a link to info about Polydorus...

HERE is a link to my other poetry as found on this LJ.