He sees you Achilles

Or so Hector thinks

As he charges at his enemy

He tries to forget his Queen Hecuba and his son Astyanax

His failure means their doom

Patroclus you’re a fool

Son of Menoetius and grandson of Actor

You are not Achilles but his armor was yours

Killed by Hector for your folly of youth

Rest now with the others

These are the unknown archers

They hold the line

Fire at your foes without hesitation

Arrows are a coward’s weapon

It will not save you

You will not make it home

Beloved son of Iasus

Strong as Iron but not unbreakable

The spear is your weapon of choice

It was your killer’s weapon too

Straight through the belly and out your spine

Like an eagle

He strikes at this foes

Aeneas is destined to live

He has the weight of a nation on back

Yet it sinks deep into his heart