Tag: the illiad
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Young and dead
Dressed up, dolled up like a clown whose wont is to be probed All manner of seedy beastliness kept hush by a few, who know. Now I know how Simeoisios felt Svelte and fleet, a dancer’s feet, keen. Dead now, no more will be seen Tell the bees Only yesterday it seemed He weaned from…
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Homeward Trojan
Years of siege, stalemate and tedious pause Leached away what raw feeling, what zeal, Dreamy Queen Helen’s theft ordained. Feral as spurned Hera, He emerges, so-called Hero From a rent tent wall, wine-rank, sword drawn Swearing he’ll kill them all, blaspheming both Greek and Trojan Gods. Terrifying because he is fearless Hearing the seeress speak…
Alchemisland 