The last tide deep I came to rescue my queen for the fever of my king did bid me as his warlord
Your eyes I could dive into your voice when you say my name I know you of beauty and intellect for you of Troy lives in my heart forever
I am hurting because of circumstance and my therapists you know my ways don't judge this broken Greek for in Sparta he was a solider and the ***** meowing will do fine
He has no idea that the war is over and in the distance of soft words he knows a Helen when he see's one for he is that star, her one true he that claims to be a star
Know my name know you met Gods only her sword of fury her poet Mozart, poet to the art
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris By NeonSolaris