her left hand holds the Aegis shield
javelin armed, she takes the field
defending Greeks, heroes and plebes
be they from Sparta or from Thebes
she won't forgive Paris's slight
let him pursue Helen's delight
and Aphrodite, let her weep
her chosen slain, butchered like sheep
Odysseus, her favorite son
for him she will take on the sun
Apollo knocked back on his back
the battle swings as Greeks attack
her father interferes, to stay
her victory delayed that day
she has a backup plan, of course
soon she'll trot out the Trojan horse
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