The Chosen War

So this is the face,
That launched a thousand ships.
Helen, Helen, Queen of Sparta.
Helen, Helen of Troy.
The price of the gold in your hair,
The cost of the ivory, your skin,
What man who dared to,
Lay a hand brought a sin.
For who is she but why
Paris races the sea,
Hector calls the army,
Achilles brought to his knees.
For the Gods to brawl,
Helen, and her mighty Troy to fall.

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