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As history teaches us, it happened to be

That Theseus, the governor of Athens in Greece

Attacked and besieged, with wisdom and honour

The land of the Amazon women, and conquered

And wedded their Queen Ypolita; along with her

Young sister Emilye, his plundered possessions

Theseus met them with a humble reception

And he let them come back with him, under protection

From hundreds of weapons, to Athens and kept them

Upon his return to Greece, Theseus learned of these

Awful and shameful dishonoured injustices

Brought to the name of the monarch entrusted with

Keeping the city of Thebes

In the dust with his

Power obsolete in a coward’s defeat

He now was deceased and cast out in the streets

Where the hounds with their teeth would devour his meat

His widow, the queen, in her hour of need

Showered pleas on Theseus from down on her knees

So he proudly agreed to put the town under siege

And surrounded Thebes with all his men

And pounded the city’s walls, and when

Those towers were downfallen, then

His troops to dust demolished them

And when the brawl was ended he finally obtained

And returned to the Thebian Queen, for her pains

The rest of her husband’s majestic remains

Deep in the wreckage the people were left with

Two knights were detected, well dressed and connected

By royal bloodlines, though it was expected

They would be dead soon from the head-wounds inflicted

But Theseus ordered that they be protected

And sent them to Athens where they could be hidden

And by his decision, the two knights were given

A prison to live in, though they were forbidden

To step from within ‘til their ghosts had up-risen

The names of these knights, in plain language:

Arcite and Palamon. Utterly thankless

That they were not hanged with the rest of the vanquished

They were caged in a tower for ages to languish

And waste away hours and days with their anguish

Years pass, ‘til at last on a bright May morning

Emilye rose, as dawn was just forming

To walk in the garden, with flowers adorning

Her head as a tribute to spring, and her singing

As soft as an angel’s, rose up and just happened

To waft in a window and cause a distraction

And that’s when the passionate noise then up-rose

To where Palamon paced, giving voice to his woes

«Woe is me, woe woe…»

And then he sees her

«Whoah!»

Palamon, struck to the quick by this vision

In his heart knew his lust to conflict his religion

I mean, she looked like a goddess, and he must be forgiven

If he thought she was Venus and asked for deliverance

As he felt an up-surging of happiness in him

A hope was emerging that perhaps she would give him

A premature evacuation from prison

Meanwhile, Arcite had noticed the cracks in

His cousin’s demeanor and focus, and asked him:

«Why are you looking so hopeless, what’s happened?

What have you seen to provoke this reaction?»

And Palamon sighed: «I'm choked with such passion

For her that I see down below, yet I’m trapped in

This prison, my station the lowest in Athens

Until I escape, I’ll have no satisfaction.»

See Palamon had gazed, and had paid the price

And Arcite now bravely laid his eyes

Amazed upon the maiden guise

Of Emilye, and to his great surprise

She made him sigh, and feel as sore

Inside as Palamon, and more

Arcite fell to the stone and swore:

«This fresh beauty and peerless grace

Has rescued me; it clears away

The sorrow of this dreary place

If only she’d appear each day

I’d cheerfully stay here just to see her face.»

Palamon’s answer was close to delirious:

«Be clear with this, brother, are you joking or serious?»

Choking on tears, his emotions were furious

Arcite just sneered at this like:

«I would never say

Anything as heavyweight as this merely in clever play.»

Palamon felt his pleasure fade:

«Well, then you have betrayed me, and openly broken

Your oath to me, plainly by both of us spoken

So faithfully, traded to pose as a token

Of total devotion; we must put that above

Any quarrel we have over matters of love

All we have is our blood, and that is a trust

Rather tough to just patch up after it’s cut.»

Arcite laughed as if touched, with a covered smirk:

«In other words, since you loved her first

I’m supposed to pretend like it doesn’t hurt

And I’m not even allowed to covet her

When I’m the one who suffers worst

Why should I thirst while my brother flirts?

It’s enough to reverse one’s trusted word.»

Their hate and need were great indeed

And made them seethe impatiently

But destiny soon gave them leave

Of one another’s company

When Arcite was released suddenly

Cause one of his friends did something

To please Theseus who grudgingly agreed

To let Arcite run free

But the pardon came with one decree

That, once released from his country

If Arcite came within a hundred feet

Of Athens, he’d soon be underneath

The axe and be beheaded violently

So he returned to abide in Thebes

Now, try and see the irony

Palamon was left in the tyrant’s keep

With shackled hands and ironed feet

And every day his eyes could peek

At Emilye, in all her vibrancy

While Arcite was unconfined, yet he

Was not allowed inside the city

Of Athens

And if he tried to sneak

Or slyly creep by, it’d be

Like a deadly game of hide and seek

So Emilye was outside his reach

But it’s up to you to decide which of these

Two knights' bleak lives was the highest defeat