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bright as destiny
"bright as destiny"
Aeneas of Troy, once sidelined in Homer’s song,
A prince whose spear shone briefly on the dusty plains,
Survived the flames that swallowed Troy’s proud walls,
A passenger of fate, carrying firebrands and his aged father’s weight.
Through storm-lashed seas he wandered, heart tethered to home,
Beating with memory’s pulse of hearth and blood—
'Til destiny found him on Italy’s golden shore,
Where he laid the first stones of cities yet to rise.
He loved, he lost—Dido’s tears an affidavit to love’s price—
Yet pressed on, by the gods' sotto voce and an ache of promise.
In his hands the seed of empire trembled like an ember,
Igniting legends that time would mould into empire’s dawn.
So too in us, a spark lies hidden in unnoticed hours,
A quiet flame craving breath, ready to blaze anew.
From our small roles in someone else’s story,
We kindle futures vast as Rome and bright as destiny.
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