[A/N: This is a poem in Achilles' point of view. He has just been struck
down by Paris, whose arrow hit his only vulnerable spot, his heel. These
are his final words. I wrote this poem during Science (it's too logical to
think straight if you listen) so it may be a little cruddy. But hey, I like
it.]
The Death of Achilles
From my soul, let a hundred more spirits form
A city, brightly burning luminance
To haunt Troy, that caused my end
Troy I curse, with this last dying breath
From my eyes, let bogs form
Blighted land, no longer workable
To monument the corruption I and thou hast seen
This land I curse, with this last dying breath
From my heel, let a willow form
A weeping willow, mourning my death and
Many more, mourning my weakness
My only weakness of the gods I curse, with this last dying breath
From my heart, let Patroclus await my spirit form
My Patroclus, more than my friend, my lover
Let us together soon be, under command of Hades
Being so long from Patroclus I curse, with this last dying breath
From my mind, let the Death of Helen form
Let her be ripped apart, killed by her own loves
For her I die, for her my love died, for her all died
Helen I curse, with this last dying breath
From my anger, let the Block of Hector form
Let him be barred from Hades, he must stroll the earth
Killer of my love, killer of my kind
Hector I curse, with this last dying breath
From my moral, let Greece win;
Though I care naught at the hour of my death, let Troy fall
Let Astyanax be killed, let the world fall
Let the Greeks win, for my last dying breath
down by Paris, whose arrow hit his only vulnerable spot, his heel. These
are his final words. I wrote this poem during Science (it's too logical to
think straight if you listen) so it may be a little cruddy. But hey, I like
it.]
The Death of Achilles
From my soul, let a hundred more spirits form
A city, brightly burning luminance
To haunt Troy, that caused my end
Troy I curse, with this last dying breath
From my eyes, let bogs form
Blighted land, no longer workable
To monument the corruption I and thou hast seen
This land I curse, with this last dying breath
From my heel, let a willow form
A weeping willow, mourning my death and
Many more, mourning my weakness
My only weakness of the gods I curse, with this last dying breath
From my heart, let Patroclus await my spirit form
My Patroclus, more than my friend, my lover
Let us together soon be, under command of Hades
Being so long from Patroclus I curse, with this last dying breath
From my mind, let the Death of Helen form
Let her be ripped apart, killed by her own loves
For her I die, for her my love died, for her all died
Helen I curse, with this last dying breath
From my anger, let the Block of Hector form
Let him be barred from Hades, he must stroll the earth
Killer of my love, killer of my kind
Hector I curse, with this last dying breath
From my moral, let Greece win;
Though I care naught at the hour of my death, let Troy fall
Let Astyanax be killed, let the world fall
Let the Greeks win, for my last dying breath
