AchillesA Poem by The Raven KingA look into the mind of a legendary warrior...really any man who lives to killI am tired of war I am tired of smelling like blood, sweat and fire wearing it like a second skin tasting steel and brain matter in my food I am tired of death cries lulling me to sleep at night I am tired of looking at the enemy as beneath contempt, as beasts I am tired of feeling nothing as I take life I am tired of providing feasts for ravens, rats and jackals I am tired of praises, tired of spoils of war, tired of widows and orphans Tired of glory and honor and victory. I am tired of being feared, tired of respect Tired of kings, emperors, and tyrants Tired of high walls and moats and young boys in armor I'm tired of gods, petty jealousy and fate. I'm tired of being good at nothing but killing and not being killed. Amputate my shield so I can feel. Amputate my sword so I can just be a man.
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6 Reviews Added on February 11, 2008 AuthorThe Raven KingAZAbout"Call me vain and proud, the greatest sinner ever to walk God's earth, but Satan's boy I could never be. I haven't the humility." -Urbain Grandier, The Devils of Loudon I am older than I look by a.. more..Writing
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