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Aegean Night

“aegean night”

 

 
 
i look upon the same stars as achilles 
the glory is in the doom 
of all the favors granted 
by graces of a rising moon, 

here in the halls of tranquility 
to there on the warring field 
honor does not bend to glory 
nor fate to ever yield, 

to walk among the giants 
names held by the fires 
how upon the mortal heart 
flames burn with such desires, 

would kings fight the battles 
that men have so fought 
in the night's skies 
the lessons are so wrought, 

that the gods are understood 
for am i not like them 
the soul so immortal 
the flesh only on lend.

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