Aeneas fled from Troy with dad in tow
And took the gods of hearth with him as well.
He pledged to found a city for them, so
It's off to Italy upon the swell.
A storm diverted them to Dido's realm;
They tarried there for one long year or more.
Then once again Aeneas took the helm
And steered toward Italia's distant shore.
Another storm took them to Sicily
Where games were held to honor daddy's death.
Aeneas doubts his quest was meant to be,
But daddy's ghost makes sonny hold his breath.
Some travel-weary Trojans stay behind;
The rest set sail and follow as though blind.

Their party reaches Italy at last...
A sibyl guides Aeneas down below
Where future Roman heroes soon troop past.
His mission clear, our hero's good to go.
Renewed, Aeneas travels up the coast
And meets the local ruler, Latinus,
Who proves to be a warm and gracious host.
Alas, a stag trips up Ascanius.
The queen, Amata, favors Turnus; thus,
A war against the Trojans is begun.
Aeneas sails upstream --allies a plus--
And Venus gives some armor to her son.
Aeneas slays his rival Turnus, and
The city founding happens just as planned.

Juno was thwarted, and Venus prevailed.
Rome was thus founded; its fame unassailed.