Cupid Come and Cover (This Multitude of Sins) -4/14/05

When Paris, ‘gainst the brazen wall, did die
He saw his death as blessing in disguise
For once he’d gazed in Helen’s pale blue eyes,
He knew that nothing else would satisfy.

And Helen doesn’t even try to fly,
Nor even, gath’ring courage, start to rise.
She sees her bloody husband coming, cries
And knows that her true justice is now nigh.

Then Aphrodite, sitting on a cloud,
Relentless, crooks a finger, whispers words,
"Come Cupid, now for me this purpose serve."
And Menelaus, falling, cries aloud, 
"I swore that I would never say these words,
That you are so much more than I deserve."