Argument: The foundation of the bronze age imperial power Mycenae. Dynasties may change but they will always use the same old excuses to further their gains through war.
VIII.
The now ruined city of Mycenae
Was once founded by Perseus of fame,
Who rode the wingèd horse elegantly
And the snakes of Medusa’s hair did tame,
He brought low the Kraken, that very same
Threat to Andromeda, African bride,
Whose former suitor he was forced to maim,
Only the hauntiness of such Greek pride,
Could indulge romantic rivalry to be set aside.
IX.
The house of Perseus soon did give way
To Atreus’, like all dynasties
That hardly can last when led far astray.
Power always needs must feign niceties,
Lest people below test its frailties
And dare to shed the blood thought such a crime.
Only the lofty insecurities,
Who consider their problems more sublime,
And for the angst of the many? Haven’t the time!
X.
Kings can be remembered by words & deeds,
And Atreus as we know followed suit,
Devious butchery, the path to greed’s
Mad craving, the state coffers he did loot,
While holding opinion beneath his boot,
Fathered two young sons who’d even outdo
His own despicable vice, a deep root
Of wretched corruption had therein grew,
Agamemnon & Menelaus, they the two.
XI.
Brothers looking to further their domains,
Marry sisters equal in chastity,
One rules Mycenae, one in Sparta reigns,
Perfect vision of royal harmony,
Set aloof to an Orphic symphony,
Till marital discord of course results
In husband’s scorn! Resort to armoury,
Harsh bronze, the brutal payback for insults,
Of Paris, Helen & Aphrodite’s gentle cults.
XII.
Hardly impractical Helen once back
In her place at Menelaus’ side,
Set to make up for all the former lack
Of love he’d had, his comrades who’d died
Below the walls of Troy and supplied
A metaphor of frustrated desire,
Helen ever the seductive queen lied,
And won over his hapless unquenched fire,
Weaving her way, exulting him all the higher.
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