The sister poem to "Circe," this is an ekphrastic poem inspired by The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller and the painting, "Achilles Lamenting the Death of Patroclus," by Gavin Hamilton.
"Achilles Lamenting the Death of Patroclus" by Gavin Hamilton
If we were a song,
you’d be the lyrics of my soul.
No heroes are happy,
but I was the first.
When legends are written,
even the stars will remember our names.
Our music will pour from the golden urns
of the universe and follow us
to the deepest pits of Tartarus.
Like sun and moon,
born to be parted and dying to be together,
my dear, how strange it is to wake up
without you. I can still hear
his screams as well as I can feel
your blood,
yet Hector did not die from hate,
but from love
because that sun would tear apart the
universe, ignite the earth and sky,
and nothing could stop him
but the moon.
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