Menelaus



These extravagant halls are mine; However, a myriad pains I have suffered to earn this blazing trophy. The gods have treated me well in this life, But they were not so merciful to others. Men. . . and death. Just like men and war. Mortal wounds can be dealt, But they are no match for my eternal heartaches; Perhaps they were the ones better off. As I leave for my afterlife, I will forever be the holder of these chronic pains. My spouse's beauty was a double-edged sword, As was her presence in my life. Her love once betrayed me, Yet she now positions me in a place once reserved for gods. I paid with the lives of my own comrades for her foolishness; Yet, for the first time, she will be the benefit to me. My loyal servant, you know that I would trade everything to see my friends' faces. If only her benefit could swoop down and bring my men back. Eteoneus, I fear the future; However, it can not be worse than the past. How can I love the very person Who was the downfall of so many men? I do know; however, that she is my life partner, And for that we are bound together, forever. I only hope that my pains will abate in the Elysian Fields And I will for once be able to enjoy life for what it is, For it is everything: The good, the bad, and all that is beautiful in between.