Troy

I lay upon a mountain high
Below an ancient city
Supported heart, a force of men
Huge wooden legs so stiffly.

Now sheltered from a fruitless siege
With eager expectation
Set sail men of lesser craft
Pretence a better option.

By night’s sweet worship
Horse was pulled
The men inside stayed idle
A victor’s dance was undertook
Till signalled a revival.

Hollow horse, those men emerged
Await the hidden army
Unlock the gates to overrun
Proved bitter Trojan trophy.