Book II – The Fall of Troy
After Dido's request, Aeneas told about the deceive of the Trojan horse
And the fall of Troy
He started with the story of the “captured” Greek
Sinon who deluded the Trojans telling that the hose had been constructed
To appease Minerva after their attack on her temple. The only one who
Opposed the horse was the priest Laocoön: he spared it but nobody believed his words
He was attacked and killed, along with his sons, by two serpents
The Trojans broke down their walls to get the horse inside
In the night, the Greeks sailed back to the shore and Sinon released the
Men from the horse, giving start to the tragedy of the fire of Troy
The palace was attacked and Priam killed by Pyrrhus, Achilles' son
In the meanwhile, in dream, Hector appeared to Arneas and told him to flee the ensuring destruction and to find a new town, a new place where the glory of Troy would shine once again
A divine portent appeared over the head of Ascanius
At first Anchises refused to flee with him and so his words
Echoed through the ruins of his own home… Troy:
***Save You***
1. Son, watch around – this is my home
Now burns in flames and I with her sink
I hear thy voice, fate; I obey thy call
As for my grave, let heaven take care…
[Chorus:]
Save you beyond the dark of this night
Save you beyond this line
Save you beyond the clouds to the light
Save you now it's my time.
2. My way is written, the same of these ruins
Here, my last elegy – her last sad song
I hear thy voice, fate: I obey thy call
As for my grave, let heaven take care…
[Chorus]
But that was not his fate… finally, persuaded by the divine force,
Anchises joined his son who carried him on his shoulders. Watched
Over by heaven, Aeneas had succeeded in fleeing along with his aged
Father, his little son and the Penates, his household gods. Suddenly
Aeneas realized he had left his wife, Creusa, and went back… before
His eyes the desolate scene of Troy… now an immense stake… the
Ancient holy temples transformed into a pile of ruins, the majestic and
Bright palaces now… blacked skeletons. Searching for her, running,
Screaming her name, suddenly he remained sill… not a move, not a Word… a sense of terror ran through is shoulders… in front of him, he
Saw the shadow of his beloved wife. She – dead in the ruins – had come
Back to him and pophesied his great future…
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