A Tribute to Achilles

The wood rattled
groaned and snapped
as the chariot raced across
the bloodied fields of Troy.
The fields that, only so
many fateful months before,
had yielded heaps of prosperity,
now yield nothing but death.
The severed gold head of Apollo,
with silent gems staring,
watched the furious ride
of a man gone wild.

With golden hair streaming,
Achilles turned to the sky
and screamed,
"I am Achilles the Victor,
God among men,
and I spit at thee
with my mortal breath!
Oh, mighty Gods,
'Thus Diest Thou'."