Like a Virgilian, part 2

Like a Virgilian, part 2

That gave to their proud hearts the strength of desperation. Like wolves out for prey in a thick mist, forced blindly onwards by hunger’s incessant torment and the thought of their cubs left behind and waiting with parched throats for their return, we drove on amid the spears to certain death, taking the way to the centre of Troy and passing directly through the enemy, shadowed by the soft, black wings of the darkness.

The strength of the animal

The strength of the animal

Like a Virgilian

Like a Virgilian