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Achilles' Lament

Achilles am I and Hell long have I known, Ripped from the Fields when gods faded By the hand of great time, all my glory replaced With shame and the wind of deep-ocean black. What lessons you learn in contrition from me I deny For your God is omniscient yet turned blindly away. Polyxena was nothing, yet here do I whirl: For my lover who carried the calf and the bull And with his last dying breath did open my eyes, Piercing so deeply with pain through my heart Cruel winds of this God held by children of Troy Could never erase it—No, I do not bow To the sin you’d assign though my death does outweigh The time of my living and the str