I'm still telling like of a king telling of a Helen:
Let no Paris win through a fall on ambrosia to judge for a Helen.
Let no Paris Helen steal,
Oh no, Helen, thou go not there.
But gods bid thee gone!
Like a cloud journeying
-so the son of Atreus must need Achilles
And Troy must fall flat in fire
Menelaus cried aloud:
Come back completely.
Oh Helen, can you see the ruins of Troy?