A valiant soul

Fleeing a city filled with violence and greed,

Dido embarked on a journey to be freed.

Away from Pygmalion's ire,

away from Tyre's fire.

She fashioned a city of splendour,

a city feared for its grandeur.

Her wit and grit came in handy,

In a land ruled by a dandy.

Seeking to redeem her plight,

she acquired Byrsa with a bull's hide, 

without vengeance nor a fight.

The gods favoured her,
and her people praised her.

Ashtart guided this valiant soul in her mission,

peacefully building a fortress in the face of oppression.

Ba'al looked down in admiration, 

Melqart bowed to her courage in affirmation.

Tanit was overlooking every step,

making sure Dido wins the bet.

Hirbas was smitten by her beauty,
Aeneas loved her purity,
yet she stayed faithful to Acerbas' memory,
loving another would be a heresy.

She sacrificed herself to her people,
showing them that she isn't feeble
Bards still sing of her legacy,
Academics study her regency
All commoners speak of her reverently.