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*readers  think of this epic as classic Latin badly translated into English.

Brutus Iulius Trois  page 1

Only the oldest among us all
can truthfully tell the tale
of the way the world was
after noble Troy fell
Priam's kingdom  scattered to dust and ashes
escaped had Aeneas cousin to Priam 
westward fled guided by Venus
weary of wandering finding sweet rest
in the lands of Latinus, ruler of Alba Longa
Princess Lavinia warmly welcomed the widower 
gifting Aeneas her dowry, the ancient Dardanian Shore
If he but challenge Turnus her suitor
Duke Turnus who desired land more than a wife.

After Aeneas the Trojan took Turnus in battle
he settled his  sons in his ancestors home 
Cruesa's surviving son, sad eyed Ascanius 
Known as Iulius Trois,   The hairy serpent of  Troy
And Lavinia's sole spawn  Silvanus  Dardanus 
 Heir of the all the Arsian woodlands 
So great was the bond between  brothers 
Ascanius named a son Silvanus Trois 
and Silvanus a daughter Julia Dardanus
both bastard born by lords rights with bond women
acknowledged still for so few were family 
for the sake of the lineage none could be left
exposed to the elements, abandoned orphans of fate. 

On Silvanus's ninth day his name day
two bright stars fell, flaming 
Ascanius sent for the soothsayer Merlinius
A seventh son of veiled Despoina
came he to prognosticate and predict 
the meaning of fates portents 
solely to Ascanius spoke Merlinius
spoke he first of fell and faraway times
When Hercules stepped on Troy sacking it
Troy was destroyed but not the Trojans
When Paris chose Venus, his prize was Troy's curse
So again broken and burned was beloved Troy
The survivors scattered, Aeneas settled here
Troy was destroyed but not the Trojans

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