Achilles

Michael L’oil Fol

Michael McCormick

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An Ash smeared apparition,

shrouded by a licentious conflagration,

peers at the righteous brilliance

of flaming tongues, which

lick the char,

on a husk of burned bridge.

While acrid smoke caresses a malignant simper

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His home is Atlantis.

As Birnum wood advances,

it is met by a brilliant grin.

All inadequacies fall into a chasm, bottomless.

An opening gapes beneath the tempestuous water,

which echoes the absence of Synderesis.

Both will consume their mundane fodder.

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He punches the keys,

a would be smithy,

mocked by the Page of his enemy,

who is immaculate in white garb,

Smirking at the insignificance,

his face is smudged with grimy toner.

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Ps…I know Achilles home isn’t Atlantis and Birnam Wood is from Macbeth…poetic license