Son of Menoetius
You wore Achilles’ armor when things got tough
You slayed Trojan after Trojan, and seemed invincible
When Sarpedon went down they knew you were no joke
You turned their heads and raised their eyebrows, shields, and swords
But every hero gets lonely, and every hero falls
This was no fluke but a peak that then plateaued
How much can one man do, with Jove and Apollo on the other side?
Hector may have ended you, but not without their help
Of course, your legacy lives on
No warrior really took you down
You made Achilles proud
You made the Achaeans proud
The Trojans may have your armor
But your body is well preserved
Just like your spirit and your honor
Forever, the Trojans will shriek when they hear your name: PATROCLUS!!!
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