Oh, Achilles, Achilles,
How they sing of your anger.
The merciless, unforgiving anger
Of which you felt at the loss of your Patroclus.
Why is there no melody of your melancholy?
The crushing weight, heavy on your chest,
The undesirable yearning to continue this life
Without your better half.
Oh, Achilles, Achilles,
Will you sing to me
About your agony?
Will you sing to me of how you sent
The one you adored the most
Into battle, baring your armor?
Oh, Achilles, Achilles,
Will you sing of how it made him
Into someone he did not know?
And as he went to you in a dream
And told you his last desire,
Did you know?
Oh, Achilles,
How he loved you.
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 12:24 AM UTC
It is the Muses
who have caused me
to be honred: they
taught me their craft
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 7:20 PM UTC