The idea of a single man,the cunning of one,to break the law of Zeus,forever.

We lived in a world of palaces, of exchange and of the word,blind to its beauty, until we shattered it.

YOU ARE THE SEA PEOPLE.YES, MY QUEEN.

The trampling of the law of Zeus spreads like a plague,our Bronze Age is collapsing.

And through the dark ages that will follow,the stories of Troywill only be sung.

Why will these stories only be sung?Only songs will remind of those of us who could write.