The face that launched a thousand ships,
A beauty so divine it drove the gods to madness
His eyes resemble daffodils, bright and alluring
Lips like the diagonal of a rose
But what is that I see?
Why has dew set upon the petals, o fairest of all?
Why, you ask? Why, I shall tell
Of what avail are these velvety palms, if they are to launch harm towards my brethren
Of what avail are these twinkling eyes, if they are to witness the spilling of the domestic red
Of what avail is this luscious mane, if they are to be matted under the metallic armour
Of what avail are these bee-stung lips, if they are to make utterances of mortal termination
Of what avail are these rugged arms, if they are to carry lifeless shells to their ultimate haven
Of what avail are these stallion legs, if they are to be sat idly atop a spent equestrian accessory
Of what avail, o Dear One, is this celestial form, if it is fated to be responsible for the disfigured in this realm
-destiny
for Havan, Day 8 , "Pandava"
Modern AU for Nakula, the most handsome of the Five
tagging event mod: @chaanv @agnisuta
and the ride or dies: @hindumyththoughts @ambidextrousarcher @kiriti-savyasachin
edit, poem, and playlist by me
