What can one say about the face
That set to sail a thousand ships?
The most troubling question that would arise
Is pity we could not see it.
Aphrodite promised her as a prize
Many a man chased after her
All to find a wife
Was she plagued through life?
She left behind family and child
Some say she ran hand in hand
Others describe scenes more vile
'Cross seas she was carried through
Had she no greater thought in mind?
Or are love and its concubines
Just so worth its price?
All the same, she found herself lost
Eye to eye, nose to nose
The rest was curtained by time
The first few days were love drunk
Paris must have been fine
Somebody once claimed of peace
That to achieve it, we need war
So came the fleets
And Trojan and Greek went asinine
It is not only the good that die young
Life is a gift or sorts
That is tested by the length
Of the gap between each breath
As they died out there
She was slowly spurned
Men and women became beasts
Cursed and left to weep
Then he died, she found another
He too died or was killed
Did she have a hand in it?
Was the horse one of her sins?
Many questions are left unanswered
By the daughter of Zeus
She probably sought not glory as a lover
Merely a moment that would last a lifetime
