Before you, who knew people were born to kill?
Who knew murder could be so beautiful as it is
The boy at the end of the spear jumping and twisting and arcing
Like a forest animal or a squirrel
Skin ripped off
To expose a heart lungs liver spleen
Glistening in the late autumn sun
All the beauty of this world deserves to be seen
Even if pain is what makes it visible
And death becomes poetry
And your downfall was your proficy
And maybe I don't mind if the boy at the other end of the blade was stunning
Or if he made my death art
Or if I died at the hands of a god
Of a famous man
Maybe I'd put my bow down and let you take me
Because then I'd always be young
And maybe half as beautiful as you
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The song of Achilles
PoetryThis is song of Achilles fan fiction Basically a poem written by Patroclus about him simping for Achilles Inspired by Madeline Miller's book the song of Achilles
