achilles was a hero strong, with muscles refined and a sword long
he had divine heritage, blood of courage, his mind made for war
the greatest legend who ever would live, the idol of so many young lads
alas, even such a boy had a weakness, a disease that would his manliness snatch!
that disease was love, created by a man named patroclus
equally charming, a critic of bad temper, an ocean of delicate ambrosia
one sight of patroclus had achilles begging attention, his knees buckling with desire
so now the warrior is conquered,
– declared the world, and patroclus became the true god!
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Love is a deadly disease with no cure 👀
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Poetryverses dripping with what we cannot speak 🔸entries for Versification 2023 🔸 and poems dedicated to Sutekh/Set, since he is, after all, Chaos incarnate
