Now Chaos reveled in the town’s demise,
For peace had ruled the Trojan enterprise,
In every home, and through the market square,
Till mad Achilles drove them to despair.
With Hector’s corpse behind his chariot roped,
Three times around the city walls he loped,
Defiant, past the stricken King he goes,
Depriving Hector’s bones their last repose.
Now Hector’s father begs for some relief,
His kingly pride struck down by mortal grief,
Thus moved, Achilles, by the humble Sire,
Surrenders Hectors body to retire.
Towards the humbled king, he bows his head,
And lets the sable lord bury the dead;
But now, the devil’s anger, poet sing!
For peace Achilles gave the Trojan king!
With this respite, the jealous gods of war,
Grew madder than they ever had before,
And so the Greeks were given to employ
A wooden horse, which brought fall to Troy.
Unnoticed in the carnage that ensued,
Aeneas flees the city with his brood,
Ascanius, his only son in tow,
With freedom’s embers hidden, yet aglow.
And asking God to bless his bold endeavor,
Annuit Coeptis, was inscribed forever,
Upon the hearts of men who roamed abroad,
To constitute one nation under God.
And soon he landed on the foreign shore,
And offered thanks to God, just as before,
And treasures to the local despot brought,
Who, for his daughter’s suitor, service sought.
Now young Lavinia was beautiful,
With pure benevolence, dyed in the wool,
Her suitor, though, was rough beyond repair,
And of the smallest virtue unaware.
And coveting the maiden like a jewel,
He challenges Aeneas to a duel,
And soon the Trojan remnant is at war
With Turnus and his mercenary corps.
Aeneas corners Turnus in the town,
But, showing mercy, does not cut him down,
Then spies some plunder to his armor pinned,
And slays the brute, for he had greatly sinned.
When brave Aeneas found the gates of Rome,
To claim the timeless city as our home,
The Hebrews safely through the Red Sea trod,
For nothing is impossible for God.
And, from the Hebrews, God would have a Son,
A Savior, while the endless ages run,
The King of Kings, in God’s eternal span,
Restoring life and freedom unto Man.
And so, against the Latin race of men,
The devil would redouble his campaign,
And sought to rope, as well, the Grecian state,
God’s Chosen People to annihilate.
But destiny would forge a different path,
And while the Empire fueled the devil’s wrath,
Aeneas lived, for as the poets say,
His piety and kindness ruled the day.
Aeneas and Lavinia are wed,
And many people by the two are led,
And their descendants found their way to Christ,
Who, for our sins, in love, was sacrificed.
The same in prose
The jealous gods of war, angry with the truce granted by Achilles, filled the Spartan minds with stratagems involving a wooden horse, leading to the fall of Troy. Lost in the carnage, Chaos loses sight of Aeneas fleeing abroad.
Aeneas asks God to bless his bold endeavor, and sails for Italy. At this same time, in another part of the world, Moses is leading the Hebrews through the Red Sea. The devil relents against the Latin race, and instead plots to employ the Greeks and Romans to destroy the Children of God.
Landing near Rome, Aeneas is sought by King Latinus to help vanquish Turnus, a brute who seeks the hand of his daughter, Lavinia. After a great battle, Aeneas slays Turnus.
Aeneas and Lavinia are married. They have many children, and eventually their descendants are redeemed by Christ.