Helen

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