To the Fairest

Our hands are forever tied,
His coveted love, I
With too high a price

Though treacherous foes
Of this love, have we made
A woman must heed her heart
No matter the pain.

Oh, the cries of war
They stir me inside
So solemn, that music
But under their dying screams
Will no one hear me?

My face has launched
One thousand ships
Yet I gaze in the mirror,
A monster I see.
Praise me as fair,
Only pale with horror.
These hands are not white, white,
But covered with blood.

Make me no cheapened prize,
For already won, stand I
No war here inside.

Though the cost is in tears
And sorely paying these eyes
A woman must heed her heart
No matter who dies.

My heart lies buried
Beneath the pile of corpses
Yet I hold unto love
with this hand that slays.
Revile me as impure,
Only ravished with sorrow
For what has become
The blush to this cheeks
Is but the mark of shame.

Oh the Cries of war
They deafen me inside
So empty, that music
Put down your swords
There is nothing worth fighting for

I am already won.