Ach-Ill-Es Poem by Georgia Hindmarch

His hair shone with
The light of a thousand tiny flames

Soft, springing curls
Surrounded his head like a glowing halo

His sun-kissed skin lavished with
Special pressed and scented oils

Rays danced over his skin
Leaving their dotted kisses over his nose

His golden breastplate
gleamed, dazzling crowds in daylight

Spear raised perfectly
The exact angle needed, never out of place

'ACH-ILL-ES!
ACH-ILL-ES!
THE GREATEST HERO;
ACH-ILL-ES! '

That's how everyone knew him,
What they saw him as

But not me.
Not me.

I knew him as a little lost boy
A youthful dew on his tan skin

I knew him as a magnificent prince
High and mighty - far above myself

I knew him as a best friend
Racing together over golden Greek sands

From his chariot his fiery eyes sought mine
The crowd continued: ACH-ILL-ES!

I knew him as a perfect lover
In small touches; lingering fingertips


They thought they knew him
But I knew my hero most of all.