I am homer, basically.

[i_am_olive]

a dirge rang out from the crowd
Andromache kneeled in the dirt
her arm curved aorund a lifless Hector
"You have died in your youth"
then turned her head
to her child
"and have left your youth to die"
she clutched hectors head
and saw visions of herself on the walls of troy
they both fell in unison
The women of troy cried and moaned
and wrapped their dying children in their robes
and the long dead hectors bones
will be burried under the peices
of the fallen city
"I cry for your parents Hector!
and for our son
who wont live to be
ayoung man
for the ones who you killed
and the ones who
you brough down in your glory
will be our demise
Oh hector
why couldnt you hear your mother
when she tore open her robe in desperation
and held her bare breast in her hand
to show you what life you had come from
why could you only hear
the heavy words of Athena?"
Andromache covered her face
her colorful fabrics formed deep creases
as she bent over him

I dont think its good enough. should I analyize the story more?