Free verse № 113836
the battle for troy
my love
the beauty that launched a thousand ships
and as each vessel left the harbor
they sailed carrying a piece of my heart
that it may lead them to you
a compass always pointing towards true love
and that you may be drawn to it
a beakon to guide your journey
though they sail to fringe of map
you are but an illusion
yet to be found
and i still lay at home
with just enough heart to keep me breathing
and it is here i will wait
till i can hold you
and my heart can be restored once again
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Actually, that's not so funny.
I shit you not.
D. Faustus is like cliche reference book.
n 1: a piece of writing that has been copied from someone else and is presented as being your own work 2: the act of plagiarizing; taking someone's words or ideas as if they were your own
You'll probably be surprised to learn the poem (ie, really a play) isn't actually about Troy or Helen. Dr Faustus, having bargained away his soul for an infinite number of Magic Beans, wishes for Helen of Troy, only to find that she's a fantasy, and therefore pale and mindless. The question "Is this the face that launched a thousand ships?" is incredulous. Faustus doesn't think she's that great.
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