A/N: This was my first attempt at telling story through poetry, forgive me if it is horrible.
The Hope of Death
In a land there lay a warrior
Long in sleep had he been
A deserted war long since dead
To home or death left the men
Yet sleep had fallen upon his head.
Beneath a willow tree
His body now wrapped in leaves
A woman in white now graced the land
Gracefully, and gently she walked
An ethereal light flowed from within
She breathed the gift of life back to him
And those blue eyes long since gone
Opened once again to her warm face.
Welcome home my soldier
She spoke as he rose to his feet
His blonde hair glittered in the sun
And his ancient armor lay upon him.
Where is the war?
Where are the men with swords?
Where has the anger gone to?
He asked gazing upon the desolate forest
And a smile graced her face
She took him with in her arms
And kissed his tanned forehead.
My son, my warrior
They have all died and gone away
I saved you by an eternal sleep
Those words were the end
Of what he had once known as his world
And he knew that all had changed.
Be not angry with me my love
From home's shores you left in hopes of glory
Yet from home's shore you left me in shambles
What is a mother without her beloved son?
Nothing more then a empty shell.
No be not angry with me love
For I could not loose you to death
Death is the only place I cannot follow.
She whispered as she held him in her arms
And stroked his glittering blonde hair.
To his feet he rose with help of his loyal spear.
Dear mother anger is not awakened
With your name upon my mind
You have done only what any would
When they saw their son slain upon the battlefield
But to home I must go now
From there where I will venture
I dare say not even the gods themselves know
So farewell and good tidings
Till again we meet at the end of things.
He said as he slowly left the forest
And she reached out for him yet it was too late.
Her gentle whisper could hardly reach him
As it softly called out
But wait Achilles my son!
If you leave now you shall only venture to death
For this forest is where you are protected.
Alas Achilles did not hear
His feet to eager to beat against the road
And his spear too anxious to feel enemy's fear.
Into Hades' clammy hands he did go
And sailed upon his final voyage
Giving two coins to the boatman
He greeted Hector's shade upon the shores.
Forevermore did he leave his beloved mother behind
And forevermore did he fade into eternal glory.
Achilles, the mortal god.