I Find Solace in Character Recognition

Oh to be Helen

face that launched a thousand ships

to have beauty so inflated

that men are eager felons

and war is created

as the original plan flips

 

I find myself to be Hector

a role in this unplanned

with each graze against her

and the sneaky slip of your hand

 

But you’re not Paris

an irresponsible soul 

once in tandem with mine

you are Achilles 

the strong warrior 

a total opposite of the word benign

 

A loss to you

is a step to winning the battle

but in a sea of red

you paint me blue

and play with bones

like a child and its rattle

 

My part in this

the death of me so real

is a godforsaken prophecy

you will pay for

with the weakness of your heel

 

So run with the wind

and bask in your glory

as you will be remembered

a prominent end to my story

but do not forget

the chaos you caused

as a hero always dies

with a lapse in his clause

you may have took me out

but my deeds remain unfinished

as your brain will scream and shout

for my haunting of you

cannot be diminished

 

No trojan horse can save you

from the stupidity of yourself

for your singular weakness is documented

with each book lining the shelf

 

Take this reminder of my fate

to keep you on your toes

a memory so delicate

like the petals of a rose

 

At least Hector received a funeral

a gift I was not given

so I’ll embrace the fall

and wait for your arrow to be driven