The famed warrior Achilles was many things
For all his talent and grace, he was also unique
He was neither a mortal man nor was he a god
He was neither the hero nor was he the villain
He was born of destiny, neither father nor son
As a world watched in awe at his life, actions
He was to die by poisoned arrow shot by Paris
The world shouted in pain, and they'd bled tears
They would rail against the breakers and crash
But no one would celebrate Achilles' life
For they could not countenance his death
Long enough to remember his being
For all his talent and grace, he was also unique
He was neither a mortal man nor was he a god
He was neither the hero nor was he the villain
He was born of destiny, neither father nor son
As a world watched in awe at his life, actions
He was to die by poisoned arrow shot by Paris
The world shouted in pain, and they'd bled tears
They would rail against the breakers and crash
But no one would celebrate Achilles' life
For they could not countenance his death
Long enough to remember his being
