Achilles

That smile, those eyes,

Wars were fought for less.

Soft, Delicate,

Like grass over a grave

The hair floats on the wind.

Tartarus could not keep

The light in that face.

Not from the world,

Not from me.

Is it not sad

And yet so fitting

That Lucifer the fairest,

Hades the most loving?

The desire to be

And the Desire to be with

Fuse ever so confusingly.

What are you?

What force upon this blighted realm

Crafted a bird of your Plumage?

A songbird of your radiance?

You haunt my dreams

A shrike, a nightingale,

Glorious wings singing Freedom.

And love,

When you return to the woods,

Covered in dirt and moss,

Roots creeping through the pools

That housed your eyes,

I will remember you.

I will weep a river

And raise a storm

In challenge to the Gods

As Achilles upon the Trojan walls.