A face that launched a thousand sails,
Through storm and sea, with winds that wail,
The golden glow of dawn’s soft light,
Framed her beauty, pure and bright.
In marble halls and kingdoms wide,
She stirred the wrath of men with pride,
For love or lust, her name was sung,
As kingdoms clashed, and hearts were wrung.
A queen, a prize, a dream, a flame,
In every whisper, spoke her name.
But was she more than mortal grace,
A curse, a myth the gods embraced?
Yet Helen, ever bound to war,
Remains a legend, nothing more—
A symbol of what beauty’s worth,
When torn between the sky and earth.
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The Royal Octopus 