Disclaimer: I do not own Achilles (by the way, it is pronounced ah-SHEEL) I don't own anybody that I refer to in this poem. Orson Scott Card does.
Author's Note A slightly atypical poem. It doesn't rhyme or have a really have a pattern per say, but I think those poems are cooler. It's from the point of view of Achilles in the Shadow series by Orson Scott Card, the best author in the entire world.
Achilles
Ahhh… sweet innocence,
Let me pull you close,
Let me smell you and hold you,
And whisper of love
Because I know you cannot see the gun in my perfectly calm, un-sweating hand.
Because I know you trust me.
Mmmm… sweet naiveté,
I want to kiss you, caress you,
Promise away, I'll promise you everything, anything,
Because you won't be around to know whether I lied,
You will be nothing but a memory.
Ahhh… sweet youth,
These memories have to last me a lifetime,
So kiss me back, hold me like you love me…
Yes, that's it.
Remember, my sort of breed will turn on you, so don't try anything.
I don't have a problem with cold blooded murder.
Oooohh... the power,
The power of threats and deceit,
The marvels that make you kiss me and hug me,
Around the inconvenience of the gun barrel pressed uncomfortably into your stomach.
Yes, it is glorious.
I live for the glory of this moment,
The glory of knowing the power I possess.
I live for the moment of passion
The instant before I kill you.