A disparate Trojan War

He was not yet in love when he learned to love,

Cupid's arrow pierced his heart.

Its strike, though, not a blessing from above,

But for him a new journey it did start.

Seven, a decade and cupid's arrow for the boi,

From the Aegean Sea did arrive, his queen.

In her beauty he drowned and lost his ploy,

And Mycenae came to reclaim her queen.

Her pulchritude beauty, his beloved treasure,

Belle of the ball in his courtyard, yet his doom.

For he loved her head over heels, beyond measure,

But his radiant flower will never bloom. 

Helena died as battle ensued,

Paris wailed, he had lost his queen.

He lost his queen, but won the feud,

As he weeps and mourns her demise:

"The queen is dead, long live the queen.”

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14 Thlavul, 2024