Helen ~a poem

Chosen from Agrive , 

The best looking girl,

Deserved parish,

The beauty and kindness,

Agmano king,

 left her to his brother,

For the peace of Greek,

All the Acheans believe.

No one prophet it,

Girl's journey loss,

The Mother Earth angry,

The  girl drop off blood.

  For she is dawn,

People desire rich,

Jump after her,

Gain but only darkness.