Troy Burns

The moon hangs pale above the towers,

Ashes fall like dying flowers.

The Greeks have broken through the gate,

Too late to turn,

too late to wait.

The streets are filled with steel and flame,

The cries of Troy call out my name.

I raise my sword,

I make my stand,

But we are falling where we stand.

The gods have turned their eyes away,

There is no victory today.

I hear my father’s voice through flame— “Come home,

Aeneas. Come.”

TROY BURNS! Let the heavens see the fire!

TROY BURNS! Watch the city climb higher!

Every tower, every throne,

Every street we’ve ever known— Turning into ash tonight.

TROY BURNS!

But we will not die!

I found my father in the dark,

The city burning like a spark.

He could not walk,

his strength was gone,

So I lifted him and carried on.

I took the gods of ancient Troy,

The sacred things we can’t destroy.

My son beside me,

hand in hand, We fled the ruins of our land.

But Creusa…

She was behind.

I called her name through smoke and flame,

Again and again and yet again.

I turned back through the burning street,

But there was no one there to meet.

TROY BURNS!

Let the heavens see the fire!

TROY BURNS! Watch our kingdom disappear!

Every temple, every home,

Every place we called our own— Turning into ash tonight.

TROY BURNS!

And I refuse to die!

I searched the streets.

I searched the flames.

I called my wife’s forgotten name.

Then through the smoke… She appeared.

Not as before— But like a fading star.

“Do not mourn me.

Do not stay. The gods have chosen another way.

Your road is waiting far from here.

Across the sea, beyond your fear.

You will find the land foretold.

You will build where fate has told.

Do not look back.

Go.”

TROY BURNS! Let the whole world hear our cry!

TROY BURNS! But our people will survive!

Take the ashes, take the flame,

Carry Troy and keep its name.

Though our home is lost tonight— TROY BURNS!

We will carry on!

TROY BURNS! Through the darkness,

through the sea!

TROY BURNS! Whatever fate has planned for me!

My father on my shoulders.

My son beside my side.

The sacred gods of Troy

Hidden close beneath the night.

Behind us—

Troy was burning. Ahead— The unknown.

And somewhere beyond the sea… Our destiny was waiting.