Achilles and Briseis in a typical American styled blues ballad
Oh, ye-all gods of love and war, hear out!
This ancient tale of worship leaves no doubt.
The blue eyed-golden haired, poor concubine.
Achilles by all means, the bravest Greek of all,
His shield and sword, not in a war, but to his lust befall.
The blue eyed-golden haired, poor concubine.
The conquers and the dead of the Trojan War were many,
But no such gift as the great loot of love as any.
The blue eyed-golden haired, poor concubine.
Sweet clatter of the horses; angelic clank of iron on the field,
The story of two hearts that promised us a yield.
The blue eyed-golden haired, poor concubine.
The rage of sun and light; the broken pledge and vow,
There is no king that can make a real hero bow.
The blue eyed-golden haired, poor concubine.
Refusal, oath, abstraction! That is a plot to follow.
His love returned; a royal promise can’t be hollow.
The blue eyed-golden haired, poor concubine.
All recommence will see an end. Regardless of the subject matter.
He dies. She stays a gift to any latter.
The blue eyed-golden haired, poor concubine.
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Guys, thanks all for your replies!
@serejandmyself Interesting writing! :)
very creative
@serejandmyself stunning poem I enjoyed it
you are killing it at the moment with poems :) good work!
Well written!!!
Интересный пост)
Спасибо!