Morning Will Find | Iron Twilight · Troy, c. 1180 BC

On the night the wooden horse is opened, 19‑year‑old loom‑weaver Calliane leans over its hollow belly, hearing Greek whispers while her shuttle clacks against an empty loom. When the lid creaks, her brother emerges clutching a torn fragment of their mother’s tapestry, revealing he is the hidden traitor who fled with the Greeks and now returns as a fragile thread of hope. As dawn breaks, a sapling sprouts from the horse’s floor and Calliane proclaims that morning will find them, binding the city’s pulse to her stubborn belief in love’s sunrise. In history: The night the wooden horse was opened — Troy, c. 1180 BC. I press my ear to the horse's hollow side. A Greek voice rattles through the boards inside. Along the roofs the oil lamps sputter and flare. Your cloak still hangs beside the rooftop stair. I count the bronze helms shining by the gate. I guard your place beside me while I wait. My shuttle clacks on the loom's empty frame. I breathe and teach the dawn my brother's name. Morning will find me here. I'll hold you till the smoke finally clears. Let every stone remember home. I will not face the sun alone. The hatch yawns open high above the street. A bronze spear slips and rings beside my feet. My brother stumbles out with lowered head. I touch the face I counted with the dead. He clutches our mother's frayed wool to his chest. Her crooked bird still guards its empty nest. My shuttle clacks on the loom's empty frame. I breathe and teach the dawn my brother's name. Morning will find me here. I'll hold you till the smoke finally clears. Let every stone remember home. I will not face the sun alone. You fled with Greeks and left me here to grieve. I clutch the home you folded in your sleeve. No soldiers follow through the horse's door. I take your hand and ask for nothing more. Morning will find us here. I'll hold you till the smoke finally clears. Let every stone remember home. I will not face the sun alone. A sapling threads the horse's broken floor. The amber dawn spills down our walls once more. --- About this work Iron Twilight is a hard-rock series of stories from Western history, each told through one woman who lived through it. The protagonist is fictional; the moment in history is real. The lyrics were written by a panel of AI songwriting agents, and the music and artwork were generated and assembled with a custom AI pipeline.