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this is how it felt, young one
his voice echoed from the darkness within.
it hurts, does it not?
so painful, the ache resonates from your very soul,
a mangled essence lost in the immorality of this world.
this is how it felt,
he says, voice curling on its own.
do you detest me?
yes, i say.
yes.
good.
he laughs, stuttered.
hyacinth did too.
- apollo's murmurs (to achilles, golden eyes locked onto this broken shell of a human; about hyacinth, his beloved)
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Igneus|A poetry collection from the Song Of Achilles|
PoesiaThey all speak of achilles' rage, But what of his love? It was not wounded pride that brought Hector down, but a broken heart.
