The Song of Achilles
The sun sets along with my heart,
On that fiery horizon of earth,
Bright like the fire in my hearth.
The fire led to the imminent birth
Of my rage that burned along
With your corpse, with prolonged
Desire to rip out his heart, The one
Who maimed you unrecognisable.
And if I die to avenge
My cherished downfall, Let
My ashes be mixed with his
And buried below a tomb of black.
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