The Great Achilles
Mighty and strong was he,
Better then the most of thee.
Killer of many a man,
Alas to soon his life turned to sand.
Many morn and weep it is clear to see,
For they know no better warrior will come after thee.
There he lies,
and until the end of time,
He will always lie.
The Great Achilles was the best of the best,
For now he lays completely at rest.
Copyright © Ettie Christian-Bowling | Year Posted 2014
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