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.
The sweat streaming down my eye brow Looking at the arrow in my ankle that was shot by Paris' bow Oh my briseis, please don't cry My shield and spear are always yours as i point it at the sky Zeus, you have blessed me with immortality but oh i am cursed All my life i've been killing men for another's thirst Finally my chains have been broken, i can breathe This cold feels nice, my sword at last in it's sheath
body like a Hoplite, raised from the dust to lay the land- sent armed ashen spear and heart, trunks of armour clad legs growing into the clay coloured Earth rooted.
these lyre-heartstrings taut with longing. to see a browbeaten Myrmidon, in daylight.
watch, as the breath of Zeus escapes Grecian chests, concave with muscle Olympus itself exists within those crevices.
i lay offerings, ambrosia soaked spoken word at the under-flesh of your calf laying beside myself in hope the whispers bestowed to you from the Fates on the eve of Troy mean less with your lips, pressed to wine, against mine.
fierce and benevolent these eyes of gold warm and shattering against the light of sunkissed skin on marble floors he's sweet as figs and sharp as a sword and his heels pink and unmarred by the heat of the sun when our bodies touch for the first time two souls intertwine sewn together by threads of fate i feel nothing other than him and his gentle gaze and soft hair but dawn comes around during the pouring of blood from our cupped hands onto tainted sheets of dishonour and rage and when i breathe my last breath he roars, like a lion loud enough for the gods to hear and does not stop until his face hits the earth with a smile.
He fought for honor with Achilles Two brothers in arms against the world of treachery and deceit No one saw the tender gazes that the two shared in their last goodbye A final brush of their hands as they shake with an uncertain future Patroclus knew he would die Dressed in his lovers armour At the hands of his lovers enemy And in his death he'd bare his heart with one final grand gesture He'd gladly exchange his life For his beloved Achilles
we are milliseconds away from mortality, you and i, your impending doom hanging over like suspense and the ghost of your touch lingers longer than zeus, hurts harder than your voice the day is yet to break and the time is a hair’s breadth between now and forever, when the sun strikes you down i will fall with you but for now, let us lie like gods in this space we call home; wrists against wrists and teeth sinking into skins
— you’ve always been mine first, and a god second.
undoubtedly inspired by the relationship between achilles and patroclus, the aristos achaion and his most beloved