Troy Poem by Patrick Fealy

Her face did launch a thousand ships to sail upon the sea
a thousand sails before the wind where beauty could not flee
and there before her walls deployed encamped ten thousand fold
to win by skill in battle what a fortress could not hold

and so i threw my lot among them there upon of the field
to see what love would bring me though no weapon did I wield
except for words of comfort or a song to bring her glee
or kisses that were stolen when her laughter I would see.

long years have past now since that day I left her on the shore
to chose her love by comforts and the things that I’d abhor
and still in all I miss that girl out there across the waves
of seas that stretch a thousand miles from long forgotten days

there standing on the sands of time the walls that kept her in
now broken all asunder where some lover there did win
yet I still travel to her where my dreams of love abide
upon those fields of plenty there of passion and of pride.