Iliad
the hills are full of olives rotting
on the ground
the ocean clanks on the iron beach
the sky might as well be made of slate
the rain would fall if it could
Achilles is on viagra
he has sacked troy once more
just for the hell of it
the city burns and burns
the nightmares have returned
none of the prophecies came true
come dance with me dark prince
not even you can keep the moon down