By Xavier Bugos
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“Sing, O’ muse, the Rage of Achilles”
Hark to his tragic story, a tale of endless fury
Feel his wrath deep in your bones, when he realizes in this world he is alone
See the tears stream from his maddened eyes, as the demon named Hector severed his lovers earthly ties
Taste the crimson mist he spreads through the air, as his lovers blood stains his golden hair
Smell the sweet scent of the lasting ambrosia, that encased his lovers body to keep its composure
This, O’ muse, is the Rage of Achilles,
The hatred of his stains the Earth's Lily’s
He does not care that his final breaths draw near, For he so welcomes the death all mortals fear.
Now watch as his spear drives through Hector’s throat, and listen as his mother’s cries float,
Up to the gods do her deafened pleas ring,
But the gods are not to touch this war torn king.
About the Author
Xavier Bugos is a Junior in high school currently working on getting his associates through the dual degree program. He will graduate with both his associates and his high school diploma in May of 2025. He's used poetry as a means of expressing his feelings since he was in middle school and has even been featured in his high schools Bloom poetry book three years in a row.