Paris
The stars shall weep
remembering this day,
and men will
shake their fists.
I know that history
will remember my name,
and place the fault
with me alone.
They will not recall
Discord and her
golden tool, only
my pre-determined fate.
They will not recall
the three immortals
who placed Fate itself
into my closed hands.
They will only remember
my name and
the unwelcome choice
I had to make.
Let those who blame
ask themselves what
choice they would make
for the immortals.
To refuse the request
means death for you,
and the choice for
some other doomed soul.
To choose any one
means death for you,
and sends the divine
balance askew.
Let those who blame
ask themselves what
choice they would make
when damned either way.
The choice not enough,
add bribes to the mix
then watch how the
world will fall.
The Queen promises
more soldiers than I
can count and land
vast as the sea.
The Owl promises
brains and wit
to surpass any
soul I meet.
The Dove promises
the most beautiful
girl in the world
to be my bride.
The first will surely
lead to strife
and war among men,
as power always does.
The second will surely
lead to dangerous council,
and battles among men
that will become my own.
The third will surely
lead to trouble
and fighting among men,
contained within a family.
A war fought,
A battle fought,
A fight fought,
The choice is made.
May the world never again
know the evil
that came from
that impossible choice.
An impossible dispute,
An impossible outcome.
An impossible war
From an impossible choice.
The world is damned
if you choose,
The world is damned
if you refuse.
Oh how mortals suffer
When gods give a
forgettable man
an impossible choice.
