Mingle our Ashes

by noleidle

Summary:

it's a shakespearean sonnet about achilles from the point of view of patroclus that i wrote because I am bored how's that B)

Your golden curls a halo on your head

Your divine blood courses through your veins

A spectacle for nations, a quiet night in bed

Held fast to just yourself, you tie your only chains

 

And though, I know, they’ll never know our love

I hold you close and steal our borrowed time

We know the words are holy from above

Yet through these stolen months and years, you’re mine

 

But months and years, I know, will surely end,

And you will be remembered of your glory

I only hope they one day comprehend

That was never, truly, your full story

 

So as our bodies burn upon the pyre

Play, my love, for me, the golden lyre.