Pride Kills All
Strong, authoritative,
Bold, and courageous,
Is the man
Whose pride is outrageous.
Son of a spirit,
Or so he's been told,
Covets armour of brass
Not that of gold.
Shield made from scratch
The hands of divine,
Used only for battle
Breaking limbs and spine.
Fate understood
To be dark and grim,
Yet phases it not
When avengeth he him,
Who killed his dear brother
Patroclus dead
And stole brass covered helmet
From wounded head.
Anger and sadness
Feed into his soul
Yet pride and honour
Are his main goal.
For charging with might
Making glorious sight,
All the men and the lads
Filled with fear or tidings glad,
When they saw him charge out
With a hell-shaking shout.
Though vengeance was won
And Hector's body marred,
Achilles' fate now
From life of living barred.
O son of Thetis,
Why do you proclaim
Great riches and glory
Rain down on your name!
Beloved of Zeus
How blind can you be
Hades waits at your side
To take breath out of thee!
Achilles, strong spirit
Brave soldier and man
Pain and blood of war
Do you now understand?
Honour and glory
Is not yours to gain
If you cover your pride
With another one's pain.
Pride, ah pride!
The death of us all.
Sends warriors, fighters,
Down the dark halls.
Most deadly of all
The gods in Olympus,
Make mortals to fall
With blood-stained nimbus.
