Troy from Ghosties by Gawain and The Green Knight

I am no Paris
You, no Menelaus
I took no blushing
Bride from your bed
Troy is burning in your head

But I am no Paris
I am no Paris
You, no Menelaus
You, no Menelaus
I took no blushing
Bride from your bed
Troy is burning in your head

I admit
That the armor fits
I've been soft and gutless
Awfully thoughtless
Like that pretty prince of Troy
I have been a spoiled boy
With hands that carelessly destroy
And wring themselves
And wring themselves
And wring themselves

But I am no Paris
I am no Paris
You, no Menelaus
You, no Menelaus
I took no blushing
Bride from your bed
Troy is burning in your head

I concede
I so rarely heed
Consequences
Common sense circumspection
Paris, I can understand
Consequences can be damned
To feel curving beneath your hand
Beloved bones
Sacred skin
I breathe it in

But I am no Paris
I am no Paris
You, no Menelaus
You, no Menelaus
I took no blushing
Bride from your bed
Troy is burning in your head

I am no Paris
I am no Paris
You, no Menelaus
You, no Menelaus
I took no blushing
Bride from your bed
Troy is burning in your head

But Helen never was a string
Of amber beads in your treasury
So no one could steal Helen
Not even Helen
Certainly not Paris
Trojan ghosts, now go to sleep

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