Son of Peleus, valiant Argonaut
And lovely Thetis, immortal nereid
Achilles, for the Achaeans you fought
Until Agamemnon would not concede
That beguiling Briseis was your prize;
Usurped and disparaged, you seethed with wrath
No coward, you cut armies down to size
In roiling Styx, Thetis gave you a bath
Gripping your heel, she made your flesh like steel
But one lacuna left you vulnerable
A lion in battle, your might was real
Until Paris’ arrow made you crumble
Your anger filled Homer’s lungs with song
Slain, to an undying tale you belong
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D. J. Reddall
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