A Poem: Game of the Gods

Game of the Gods

Marble faces
  Withered with time
Ageless beauty
  Too sublime

Helen of Troy
   Alive once more
Leaning softly
  Against the door

Sultry eyes
   Engaging smile
This by far
   My hardest trial

Aphrodite
   Pulls at me
Open the cage
  And be free

Vision clouded
  Knees grown weak
Tongue twisted
  Impossible to speak

Now a prisoner
  Without a cell
Glorious Heaven or
  Fiendish hell?