Charlie F. Kane
Achilles Last Stand - Poem by Charlie F. Kane
On the sunny shores of Illum,
Achilles rode his chariot
Towards the city of Troy,
And there the god-like Achilles
Would make his last stand
Before his death.
The death of Patroclus was to be avenged,
And Achilles took it upon himself
To face the Trojan Prince Hector,
In a fight to the death.
Achilles rode his chariot across the golden sands,
And the blistering sun stinging his eyes.
Achilles’ hair shone in the golden sun,
Like straw in the light of the midday sun,
Making even the Gods of Olympus
Jealous of his beauty.
The horses ploughed on through
The blood stained sands of Illum.
Achilles would this his last stand,
As the Gods had fated him to die
And achieve immortal fame
Through the arrow that would pierce his heel,
So the world would all know the name,
The god-like Achilles slowed his chariot
In front of the walls of the Troy,
The Trojan archers could not fire,
The beauty of the god-like Achilles before them,
How could they hurt one,
Who seemed immortal?
Achilles opened his mouthed,
And the words ‘Hector’
Boomed around the city of Troy.
Achilles called again for his foe
To face him on the sands of the city,
And the great warriors would fight.
Achilles called and called
For Hector to emerge
And accept his fate,
Achilles did not know
That his fight with Hector
Would be his last stand.
The gates of Troy open,
Only and inch.
And stepped out Hector,
Head to toe in armour.
To the Trojans,
Hector was a god-like man,
But when he stood next
To the bronze Achilles,
He was a mere Satyr
Achilles threw a spear towards
The Trojan prince,
Who avoided it quickly,
As swift-footed Achilles
Leapt from his chariot,
The swords clashed in the midday sun,
Bright reflection of the
Two metals striking,
Blinding those who watched
The clash of the two warriors.
Above, the royalty of Troy watched,
No one spoke.
No a mummer or a whisper.
In their hearts,
They all knew that
Hector could not win.
The god-like Achilles
Forced his enemy back,
And in that moment grabbed
Hector saw and knew
What was to be his fate.
As the spear was raised,
The Gods watched the battle
Of the two legendary warriors,
At that moment every single
God in Olympus
The spear flew with the speed,
And power of a God.
It caught Hectors neck,
Spilling the blood down
His golden armour.
The world blurred to his eyes,
The sun too bright,
He couldn’t see.
And for the final time looked at the sky.
Achilles stood over him
This was to be his final fight,
For later he would die from an
Arrow from another Trojan prince.
And as Achilles raised the sword above his foe,
He made his last stand.
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