And I walked into the valley
Of Grim, fearful and troubled
Till I heard the voice of Hector
Prince of Troy, defender and hero
Whose feats and deeds echo
From the walls and palisades
Along the corridors of ill and ailing
Full of courage and encouraging
My worries swept away
By sonorous tones, lilt of know
Compassion, smile and ligic
That held the fortress unassailable
From hordes and Greek Gods
Overcome only by deciet, mystics and magic
As i lay prone in safe Hands
Second to none. I had come to dock
Anchored in harbor
My ship and corpreal being
Would set sail again on an even keel
Ride the waves of heartbeats
To the rhyme and rhythm,
Melody of being, to you I owe
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