Achilles By Bhavesh Praveen

Chapter IV

Achilles mourned by being he:
Scything heads with his Greece.

Unlucky for Troy,
this time it was really he.

steeled tips pierced his Greek plates…
But, the boon by Styx kept him safe;

smiling, Ares ready to war again.
Long it’s been since the god of war had seen such grace,

Daunting was the thought of his non-involvement!

he,
Aries clung from his shoulders;
Of Achilles.

Knee deep in a river of blood,
Feet sunk through red drunk muck.
A pant in his breath again,
and a marvelous staggering pain in his head.

Ares clung to Achilles as ouroboric one!
Blows struck, and cuts cut…
He stood!

and in numbers they,
the Trojan fell when struck!

He was Aries;

Wearing his smile;
Slaughter happy,
sobbing with joy like a child.
Rising the river,
while, sadly, to the same Ares
the Trojans cried!

Invoking mid-battle, Greek festivity.

His possessed mind darted his eyes,
Try to tell Trojan apart, looking for his prize.

Hector…

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