Climbing clouds on calamitous clouds Which break underneath my feet. Feat of power feast of kings Milking blood from the plump vine discrete. They tear man from limb and brother For judges to goblet just few. How was anyone to know I reach for the smaller of the two.
achilles, you already know i cannot stand it but the crowds will wish for you to wear red— dark chiton and leather sandals always enticed them especially with a corinthian helm on your head
your father will ask you to wear royal purple for you are heir and will be given his golden crown that image of power was never what you have wanted but i know you will be hesitant to let your father down
your mother will give you silks of homely blue reminiscent of younger ages, gentler days, calmer seas but tonight is a war gathering, a call to arms and action i fear that your image may appear too soft, too weak
your advisor will suggest a certain shade of pale yellow with hopes that you catch attention like apollo's sun but you have despised attention since your birth i know you would rather drown than choose that one
your cousin will offer a chiton of sage green she will say it is time for spring and to begin anew but people will perceive poison, green screams envy i know wearing that is something you will rue
achilles, if you ask, then i will answer and i will ask you to don robes of white i will ask you to give the crowds a reminder of peace of another age and simpler times
i ask you to wear white for the young ones who will grow, attached to you like vines i hope you will remind phthia of innocence and the importance of fighting to preserve life
achilles, i am sure you already know my words will not change your mind if you have already chosen what to wear wear it, and don't think twice
i trust you, and i trust your judgment i trust your wisdom and your courage i trust your hope in winning this war and i pray to the gods that you never lose it
Somewhere in the madness, basking in the summer heat I wish I knew the castles that would crumble at your feet ‘Cause when it’s cold here, I’m a soldier, getting too used to defeat What a silly, helpless fool, remembering a time when I was queen
between your ******* ... let me there ... to smell ... the most sweetness aroma ... of you ... just there ... let me live ... forever ... so long ... with the lust .... that i seek for ,,, and waiting for ... so long years ...
between yours... let me... set up my kingdom ... to plant ... All my flags... to live there ... at yours ... as we were ... into our paradise ... while no there ... times ... nor days and night ... only me and you ... and the honey ... of yours ...
sweetheart ... into your honey's kingdom ... let me be ...
I have built this temple I have mounted this throne made myself ruler of a cold empty world passed my own laws that I flout everyday for mine is the glory of my special way I have been left deprived of love and affection now I give myself everything never left wanting you can enter this realm maybe sit yourself down I need someone to polish my oversized crown