The golden glint of candle light,
shining in the darken tunnel,
the hooded figure walking out into the forbidden night,

The finery of silk and satin,
traded for the common cloth,
desire gives light to sin.

Masked as servant,
rules and shackles broken,
lovers convent.

Down the peasants trail,
lust leading the way,
damned to hell.

Forsaken vows,
recited on broken alter,
promises never meant to be kept,

The figure masked in darkness,
as young hearts rejoice,
and nature gives witness.

Her crown askew
on a bed of straw,
no longer caring if anyone knew,

Her cloaked body uncovered,
by a lovers touch,
her dreams no longer smothered.

The candle flickers in the nights cool breeze,
as hands clasp and bodies tremble,
as two mismatched lovers meet on bended knees.

Moments stolen in fleeting bliss,
as dawn approaches
and fate is sealed in their tender kiss.

The sun lights their betrayal,
igniting a legend,
as ships set sail.



She ran from a king,
into loves open arms,
only to fuel a war’s burning sting,

Battle’s raged,
deaths mounted,
Beauty aged,

Love never died,
yet misery grew,
as Helen and Pairs stood side by side.

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