Achilles
The tragic hero.
Achilles,
Agean armor aglow,
assails an Anatolian
acropolis.
Ageless, ambrosial, and agile,
Achilles, Almighty
Achilles,
amputated armies
all around -
all around Achilles
adoration and applause
abound.
Alas! Alack!
An aberration! An absurdity!
Across Achilles's ankle,
an accidental arrow affixed.
And Achilles,
ageless Achilles,
at Anatolia
ails.
Achilles, ageless
Achilles,
at Anatolia
alone
atones.
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Comments (2)
Wonderful, the sudden turn of events with the accidental arrow that afflicts his ankle brings a sense of tragedy and vulnerability to the narrative, the final lines, with the repetition of "Achilles, ageless Achilles, at Anatolia alone atones," evoke a poignant and reflective tone, highlighting the weight of his fate, your poem skillfully captures the essence of Achilles' story, we‘re deeply moved by the poem, loved it, and hope to read more of your work, thank you very much again for sharing this spiritual journey that touched our hearts Alvin, subscribed.
Nice work! Great poem!