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I remember you in the courts of Sparta
veiled and silenced
and a room of suitors
the air smelt of sweat and wine
you were a prize among many,
yet costly
and only one could have you
perhaps they would shed a few tears
in short grief of losing you
their wives will kiss them away
once they reach home.
Lovely Helen,
they won't ask you
there won't be a promise to love you
but they will despise you,
when you run away.
Home to your lover
as they say
but you know he is shallow
he cowers at the sight of dead
and you never trusted him
you know better than to pour your heart out
to a man.
Do not come back, Helen
they won't let you live
your husband hates his possession taken away
your father will not protect you
for you are a woman,
a woman who chose to be free
the world can not stand a glimpse of you
where else would you go, Helen?
Troy will embrace your bones and flesh
so push thousands in the battlefield
they will fight until their last breath
and lay bleeding and gasping
thinking of their wives and children
crying as the dogs feast on them
Helen, your glimpse is still in my rotting mind
eyes glistening under the sun
your shining heels on the seashore
I know you,
and your raging soul
the storm beneath your quiet words
your hands reaching for spears as you danced in the gardens
a woman beyond beauty
Helen of Sparta,
the muses will sing of you for centuries
Your memory will fade with me.
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