Helen of Sparta


I destroyed a city for my freedom.
let a thousand ships launch,
just to be rid of a man.
It is time to see what the daughter
of the mightiest god can do.
My father was a swan
and my monthly blood is two parts ichor
They say I am rightly named,
for I am hell to cities,
to ships, to men.
I am.
I was the most powerful child.
Herakles has the blood of three
innocents on his hands,
and I have the blood of thousands
Do you really think I am not a god?
Touch me again,
We shall see who burns.

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