Troy

Troy

A Poem by Mystic Dreams
"

I wonder what Helen really thought?

"

When once upon a dim, dark night

The moon not shone her silver light

The battlefield - Forlorn and lost

Desolate and deserted

 

Those mighty warriors - Kings of men

Lay fallen in the darkness then

Two armies cast down to the Earth

Noble and most righteous

 

And down to Hades did their souls

Descend, there to be held in halls

And never walk in Freedom's glow

The honourable and the wicked

 

A wailing voice came from afar

Perceived such loss under the stars

The death of Love lay in her tears

Hopeless - Inconsolable

 

On her fair shoulders all the woe

Weighed heavily - And she did know

Responsibility - Hers alone

For this great devastation

 

Her love of one so fair and strong

Had caused this grief and battle long

The loss of Life and Freedom all

Caught deep within her bosom

 

And as she stood her golden chains

Cascaded down her back like rain

A marble statue wrapped in Grief

A golden Aphrodite

 

The glowing gossomer of her hair

Caught Alexandros unawares

The flame of Love - an instant spark

And both hearts fell asunder

 

For Love does not know right from wrong

She follows only her heart's song

And let the World grieve for her faults

Unto its decimation

 

And so the dice fell as it rolled

And Love touched all who did behold

The Beauty in this woman's eyes

Virtuous and pure

 

For ten short years their life was sweet

While armies fell beneath their feet

Then Priam's allies honoured ties and

Stood as one united

 

But time did go and pass all by

And one side win and most men die

Then Menelaos leaped the stairs

To claim his golden prize

 

Now as she gazed out from the wall

As Troy burned hot and then did fall

Sweet Helen wept her silent tears

And turned to face her jailer

© 2008 Mystic Dreams


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I just watched this movie again last night. I love it. In one way i say it is selfish to sacrifice mens lives to love, but in another, it really wasn't her fault. Her husband shouldn't have sacrificed his men. Helen's love and he should have battled it out on their own.


Free men fight naught other's battles; They fight their own within.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Nan

Extremely well-crafted, there isn't a space to budge or word to change.
Good story telling too!
thanks for sharing,

Nan

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

a fantastic write...the imagery in this work is supreme; taking the reader back in time; through the ages to experience all the tragedy of Troy. I love the flow here as well; making it an easy read; no stumbling at all. wonderful job.

laura :-)

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mystic, this is a great poem...the flow is perfect, and it's informative as well as a pleasure to read with its great imagery....nicely done!

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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