legends of troy

Faustus and Helen

Her face was not the face

That launched a thousand

Ships. Faustus knew.

He had raised false dead

A thousand times, demons

Taking on forms of legends.

Faustus knew; he embraced

Her anyway. He wanted

To pretend he held true

Beauty, to believe he was

Victorious in love.  Faustus

Knew, and he still begged

For his soul be ripped

From his chest, just for

The chance to kiss

Flame disguised as flesh,

Just to fill his eyes

With someone who had

Drunk war down like wine.

- Grace Babcock © 2017