A thousand ships may have launched,
But none of them were mine.
Sitting in the harbour,
No wind to fill the sails,
No amount of exhortation
Could substitute for cosmic breath.
Your beauty was beyond dispute,
Your kidnap a heinous crime
Paid for in blood and vengeance
In epic, poetic style.
Great men, great names and great adventures,
Recounted for all time,
Brave deeds and stunning victories,
But none of them were mine.
Steve Bishop
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