Sun goddess, born of a swan,
Egg woman, curved and blushing,
Inspiring the desires of men.

Your beauty blunted swords.
Your coy smile over centuries
Lured them to their deaths.

No virgin when you left your man
To follow Paris, love was enough
To spark a war and death.
It's man's fate to put beauty first
A shallow trick turning the mind
From victory to defeat.

Pink bodies, warm, wide thighs
The rich apotheosis of faith and power,
Glory of womanhood commanding heights.
Nothing can break the spell.
Men swear they are pawns
Hoping the future holds their seed
Generations carrying their name.

I was your Paris once
And you came with me
Leaving all lovers
To their miserable loss
For we were young and brave
Conquering our known world
Etching forever on history's stones.
Your power was constant
For the years your beauty glowed
Mine was but a name
Which came and went
But ours the moment
Then was gone
Leaving only the wind
And a hint of the spice of ecstasy
Whistling through the walls on an ancient hilltop.
What sins shall lie at your door?
What futile labors mine?

Inspiration from the Gods,
Bound in time and place
Of men on the rack
Pulled forward and then back.
The shifting sands of life
Immortality constrained within a random seed
Which springs to life because of love
Without which all we do is bleed.