In Troy, the horse was taken in,
And so, too, was that nation.
Drunken celebrations followed.
Much happy jubilation!
But, enemies, within the gates
Bided their own time,
Till battle-scarred citizens had,
Imbibed too much of wine.
Lulled to sleep by Dionysus’ best,
Heads on arms, and arms on breast.
Watchfulness and trusting soul,
Blinded by another’s goal.
And prize was claimed,
The face that launched