Achilles and Patroclus

Enjoy my friend's poem! Amazing talent like this needs to be shared.

We are but the death of a universe

A brief flame of the torch, a tide returned.

Singing witless, we are home at last

Facing Andromeda’s wrath as one.

I whistle here in the dark with you,

Daring his pale horse forward

And donning the cherub’s veil

At the sound of Ares’s arrival.

There are no bargains between lions and men.

The spear did strike, three times round.

A reminder in death on how

War is the bitterest matron of all.

Verdant tincture lanterns

Wash over these rooftops,

the stars delight

in our casual blasphemy, melilla.

This is no time for making enemies,

Wake my petaled ashes, one final sacrament.

I whistle here in the dark for you.