The ginger one rose a priest of the sea,
Barely was heard, so hardly caused heed.
Attempt to be saint, had preached to the blind-
The unsure dangers had been paid no mind.
Anger had risen in deep ocean spite;
The fury for Troy awakened his might.
Heed the charlatan, the horse was bait
Words made him bound by serpent fate
A city did fall which echoed the meek:
"Never do trust a gift from a Greek."