The Stars and the Cookie Jar

So I did the opening lines.

I sing of war and a warrior,
exile, prince, who came long ago from Troy.
Driven on by sea winds and a goddess'
sleepless rage, he sought safe harbor, a place
to shelter his household gods, that would become
the seat of a lordly line, high-walled Rome.
Muse, tell of Juno, sore with divine pride,
blind with black anger, who compelled him
into peril and trials along the way.
How can the gods hold such anger for a man?
In that long ago, rich warlike Carthage
glittered on the far shore of the sea;
Juno loved it more than any city
on earth. Her war-chariot she kept there,
and her armor, and by her grace she'd shaped
and readied Carthage to rule the world.
But she knew the blood of Troy would one day
throw down her Tyrian walls, and rear a race
of war-kings bent to Libya's ruin;
the Fates had spun it. And she remembered
the war at Troy, against those she hated.
She thought of honors due her, and she burned.
She cast the Trojans out on empty seas
and made them wander. Destiny drove them.
Dark water and strange coastlines -- they would build
the great city of Rome... if they survived.

I am taking a leaf from muchabstracted 's book and trying for things I would like to read in prose, or tell aloud in a story. I mean, Aeneas is not just random, he's the surviving get of the royal line of Troy (and by Aphrodite, yet). It ought to be marginally exciting from the start.