The Clash of Kings

[Patroclus]
The night was heavy - thick as dread, 
The air stood still, no word was said. 
Two lions roared, their rage unfurled, 
And shook the fabric of our world.

The priest, Chryses, begged and wept, 
For his daughter - his treasure kept. 
“She’s just a girl,” he cried aloud, 
But Agamemnon stood dark and proud. 

[Choir]
Pride too high; gods too near, 
Apollo answered with plague and fear. 
The arrows fell, men screamed and died, 
The wrath of the Sun could not be denied. 

[Agamemnon]
Who dares command the king of men? 
Shall I beg? Shall I break? Never again. 
You call me cruel? You call me blind? 
The gods will not dictate my mind. 

Take her back, if it means so much. 
But I won’t leave empty-handed - 
No, someone will pay for this insult... 

If she goes, then I will claim! 
Achilles' prize - I'll stake my name! 
Let all of Greece know who commands -
The man of kings! These lands are mine - MY HANDS! 

[Achilles]
Your hands, you say? The blood we spill? 
Do your hands hold the blade or the kill? 
Your pride has drowned us in this fight, 
Men die, and YOU feast every night. 

Briseis? She’s mine! Just as my sword, 
Earned through battle; paid in blood poured. 
Take her from me, and all will see, 
You’re no king - they follow ME. 

Take her, Agamemnon. But mark my word - 
I will fight no more for you. 
No battles, no spears, no blood. 
Let Troy crush you. You’ll beg me to return.

[Agamemnon]
Run to your ships, Achilles bold, 
Let the wine console you - let your tent grow cold! 
The Greeks will fight, we’ll take the prize, 
Troy will fall, and so will your lies! 

[Patroclus]
Brothers at war… brothers in flame. 
It’s not the girl, it’s not the name. 
Can’t you see the gods above, 
Will tear us apart while Trojans shove? 

[Achilles]
You’d have me bow? To him, of all men? 
Patroclus, open your eyes again! 
This isn’t pride - it’s justice we fight. 
When kings take all, then who bears the plight?

[Choir]
The gods above, they laugh and cry, 
At kings who fall, and lions that die. 
The wrath of Achilles, the king’s rebuff - 
For Greece, one storm was not enough. 

[Patroclus]
And there it was… the rift begun. 
Between a storm, and the blazing sun. 
One bound for glory, one bound for pride, 
And Greece - caught in the pain, denied.