"'I can feel it too, now, the hands on my spear,
invincible hands quivering tense for battle, look-
the power rising within me, feet beneath me rushing me on!'
For I am Paris, Prince
of Troy, Beloved of the Goddess;
The Iliad was sung of me,
I slew Achilles with a single shaft;
My City, fallen,
but shall rise anew;
A golden Palace upon a shining hill.