CONCORD WITHIN DISCORD

Ships set sail across the Aegean

In the name of love alone

Helen of Sparta, reigning temptress of the war

Paris of Troy, young and hopelessly caught

“For the fairest” beauty, the Apple of Discord

Raised quarrels between Goddesses and man

The veils of ships rising to the call

Under sheets of the bedrock, a frolic in the docks

The inexorable lust for a threatening play

Not a soul, victors without payola on Aphrodite’s behave

A plague ravishes the seas of the Mediterranean

A fated thrust for defying trust

Frantic fleets of wrecking wrath siege the shores of isles

Life battered, Gods enraged, Blood scattered, Love absent, Evidence gone astray

All under Discordia’s cloak to besiege the heavens

Each & Every demon has a form and All fools have a myth

Bygone days are repeated, mimicked; we fight for a lost yearning of infatuation

Where’s Concordia to conclude this strife?