The warriors gazed, and in their hearts they prayed that fair and sweet like her their wives might seem, laid on the bed of love, when home they won. She was made a wonder of beauty even in her death by Aphrodite glorious-crowned, the Bride of the strong War-god, to the end that he, the son of noble Peleus, might be pierced with the sharp arrow of repentant love.
In her armour there upon the earth she lay, and seemed the Child of, the tireless Huntress sleeping, what time her feet forwearied are with following lions with her flying shafts over the hills far-stretching. Her smile was ravishing: beneath her brows, her love-enkindling eyes shone like to stars, and with the crimson rose of shamefastness bright were her cheeks, and mantled over them unearthly grace with battle-prowess clad. In her face glowed beauty glorious and terrible. If you want to see some of this mythology try this on for size. The women they were based on didn’t exist.