That is EPIC.My entry:
The Trojan Horse
The Greeks won the Trojan War,
With their horse, they passed the door,
Whereby they caused the war to be won,
But what if all this were undone?
Suppose the Trojans knew the Greeks’ plot,
With this knowledge, they may have caught
The Greeks, so secure in their creation,
Ready to destroy a once-proud nation.
Suppose the Greeks’ horse failed,
And their warriors had been unveiled.
Victory the Trojans would embrace,
And their state the Greeks would not erase.
Here is that story, so often told,
Yet in this story a new ending will unfold…
For the Greeks the war was dire,
They could not penetrate the Trojan empire.
Clever Ulysses contrived a plot,
“A great wooden horse shall be wrought!”
So saying, the Greeks began to toil,
And from mere wood a great horse uncoiled.
The inside was hollow, so as to allow
The Greek warriors to be endowed
With being effectively invisible,
So the Trojans saw not the thing so fatal.
The Greeks were hiding in their horse,
When they heard a dreadful discourse.
It was Laocoön, a priest of Neptune;
He created for the Greeks a great typhoon.
Throwing his lance at the hidden trap,
A noise was created which caused all to gasp.
And more the air of caution he lifts,
“I fear the Greeks, even when they offer gifts.”
Now all the Trojans were convinced
That Laocoön had truly evinced
The final plot which the Greeks tried,
Yet just then, someone espied
Two hideous beings of great stature;
Behold! they were fearsome adders.
Towards Laocoön they went,
On his destruction, they were bent.
Yet the will of Laocoön did not falter;
He stood like a statue atop an altar.
With his bare hands he encountered the snakes,
And with godly strength their backs he breaks.
All the Trojans stood in awe,
No more from him did they withdraw.
They erected a great and awful fire,
And the plot of the Greeks then went haywire.
From the great flame, the wooden horse burned,
And never again did the Greeks return.