False Security

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.

They fell.

Watchfulness and trusting soul,

Blinded by another’s goal.

And prize was claimed,

Helen, named,

The face that launched

A fleet.