The Ritual

I fell in love

To his eyes who only sees

The beauty of nymphs and galaxies

To his hidden scars

From battles he fought alone for Ares

To his secret lake

Where lies the reflection of a narcissist

To his selflessness

In which he gave me drought while them bountiful harvests

To the darkest side of his sun,

When everyone only saw his brightest

To his raging seas

Who wrecked my beliefs with songs of sirens

He is every god in the body of Achilles,

And it is him whom I loved.

So if you gods punished me centuries of unquenching desire to kiss his heel,

Then I would offer far more than what you demand

In exchange of his favor, as what I plead

In every life of me you will grant--

I will love him

And only him

Till I no longer have.

For I know that day will come

Alas! my grieving soul will meet the Fates

And they would call upon him 

As they take pity on my lowly state;

A mortal sacrificed to him

Whom she only loved and ever praised