Ode to Achilles
Alas, with heaviness of heart I must accept that my
heroic Achilles has fallen.
To my despair and revulsion; portrayed as a ‘dishonourable
death’.
Save that to all who knew him, the fact cannot be hid
that he was overwhelmed and executed.
Slain and Stolen from me by some cowardly, cruel,
brutal, murderous hand.
Would a thousand times that I could have taken his
place.
His Life held far more worth to others than ever will my
own.
His generosity and inspiration were an encouragement
to countless fellow men.
He was a Saviour of lives amidst chaos and a Champion
of vulnerable victims.
The Sun has been extinguished. The Stars are out. The
Moon is dead.
His favourite month of May witnessed his final
strangled breath.
All of the Flowers have withered; the Birds have forgotten
their dawn-song.
This grief-ache I will cherish and endure, for every
day of what remains of my life I will miss him.
May your faith have found favour with The God that we
know to be there, that we shared.
I plead with Him that He permit you to greet me when
my own moment comes,
That in Heaven you will be the one to turn to me with
your lovely smile and gentle eyes and say
‘Look, You told me so, everything really is alright
and isn’t this wonderful?’
I am engulfed in anguish. Bewildered with no comfort
to be found.
Words mean nothing. Nothing. My Mentor is no more.
Rest peacefully My Beloved Friend, My Confidante, My
Brother in Christ
................and My god-like Achilles.
Tara O’Grady - 6th
May 2011
