Penelope Victorious (Aphrodite at a Loss) -4/12/05

The ocean’s blue was lost on Paris there,
He only saw fair Helen’s pale blue eyes.
He even missed the Burning Helios’ rise;
His eyes were satisfied with flaxen hair.

Great Menelaus’ rage outshone the sun
And so he called on bond to kinsmen dear.
He called them all to rise and take up spear,
To fight for her, declared the fairest one.

But your Odysseus would not go to fight,
Forsaking honor for a bond more true,
Declaring that he was so mad for you,
That leaving would take more than all his might.

And though you may not launch a navy, know
That, for your sake, one ship refused to go.