Rise from equus belly bringing slaughter in the streets,
pierce the bodies of the sleeping, bury armaments hilt deep
and the blood of our dear Troy flows silent, nary sounds a weep
until dreaming he envisions grieving Hector urgently
crying "Flee ye born of goddess, from the flames bear swift retreat
seek for Troy a rebuilt city erected far 'cross the sea,
to the west! Laurentum welcome thee!"

Blazing crops, gore spilt from oxen, razing dwellings to the ground
as the screaming cries of children, men and women rise unbound,
now he raises sword and battles facing certain death and doom,
cursing Helen with his vengeance rising until Venus appeared to plead:

"Oh my boy, my dearest son, curse not the spawn of Nemesis,
turn your anger to the gods, for they guard the Greeks,
but for you I will protect and guide your fate through this ordeal,
now boost your sire on your back and swiftly flee!"

Mother Venus removed the scales, opened his eyes to the gods' ruthlessness
straight to the foundation of Troy, Neptune's trident strikes.
Spurring the foe, mustering pride, is Juno, sword at her side,
down from the clouds strikes Minerva with her Gorgon raining pain,
Hellenic troops pour from their ships, reinforcements blocking retreat,
and, worst of all, spurring them on, the king of the gods,
Jupiter pours his courage.

Then with a crash Ilium falls over the ridge, smoke rising forth,
our hero's kin, losing all hope, resolve themselves to violent death.
When suddenly Jove sends a sign, a celestial light, a star streaming down.
Bolstered by hope the family flees to arbor shrine of Ceres,
all except for loving Creusa:

"Jove blocks my escape, exile is your fate.
The great seas block your path, impass you from new Trojan lands,
but Hesperian shores will emerge, fertile lands of Latin's purged
on Tiberian soil an empire is forged
Caesarian power flows down through your seed."

Rage, scorn, revenge, all this Juno vowed against Troy, fearing their strength,
for Carthage, her beloved, Queen Lucina donned aegis.
But the heroic Aeneis was saved by Neptune through Venial intercession on Jovian fury and ire, spared by her love,
after countless years lost at sea, Trojan vessels land at Carthage
setting up the final port of call: Hesperia, Romulan dominance.

From the ashes of Troy, Roman power is born
to rise and to conquer, the world to transform,
as great empires rise, they also must fall,
the cyclical tragedy of man.