What tale is this?
A legend, or myth?
A Queen of Hearts,
and Prince so bold,
who made the King,
a mocked cuckold.
A time of lust,
from loins of sin,
to break the trust,
which vows intend.
Wanton need,
to darkest deed,
the gods concede,
men's souls to bleed.
Her stolen beauty,
forced the hand,
of soldier's duty,
and command.
Achilles' heel,
laid him down,
on killing field,
in fatal ground.
The Keres shrill,
blood-chilling cry,
rang o'er his kill,
when yet to die.
And mighty Troy,
of gloried fame,
too soon destroyed,
in honor's name.
A woman's face?
A thousand ships?
Nay, says I!
'Twas just that place,
'tween her hips!
(C) WFS 2003
A legend, or myth?
A Queen of Hearts,
and Prince so bold,
who made the King,
a mocked cuckold.
A time of lust,
from loins of sin,
to break the trust,
which vows intend.
Wanton need,
to darkest deed,
the gods concede,
men's souls to bleed.
Her stolen beauty,
forced the hand,
of soldier's duty,
and command.
Achilles' heel,
laid him down,
on killing field,
in fatal ground.
The Keres shrill,
blood-chilling cry,
rang o'er his kill,
when yet to die.
And mighty Troy,
of gloried fame,
too soon destroyed,
in honor's name.
A woman's face?
A thousand ships?
Nay, says I!
'Twas just that place,
'tween her hips!
(C) WFS 2003
"The rose, like the cactus flower, protects herself with thorns. We however, impale ourselves on their beauty."
WFS
WFS
