LIMP ON ACHILLES

Limp on Achilles
Son of a god
Though you are
No need to fall
In battle now
You've got some clout.

Half mortal, half god
Best of both worlds
The pleasures of the flesh
The power of the universe
Immortal through
His mother's charms
But slightly mortal
Through dad's caprice.

In battle, none could stay
His mighty sword and
Arrows always hit their mark
A leader of all men
Invincible, it was said
His mother's hands
Would never touch the water
Now he too is dead.

Poeted