I Will Build An Altar In The Tranquil Hush Of Night Poem by Captain Cur
I Will Build An Altar In The Tranquil Hush Of Night
Far beyond the dark shadow of the trees
beneath the mountains cradled as they sleep
farther still than where human eye can see
an immense figure walks alone in grief.
In the midst of this awful quietness
the greatest warrior is lain to rest.
I will build an altar to his legend
and his name. I will light a torch to bear
the beauty of his flame. Whosoever
fought and died has achieved a nobler fame?
All the princes of the earth with precious
wreaths and flowers stop a time in silent prayer
then rest them on his grave, in the breeze
their seeds to give, no two are the same.
Athena will sing her song and bring him
great delight, for in her words eternal love
still his heart to win. The heralds are trumpeting,
the horns sound gay and bright, on the altar
a cup of wine, forgiveness of all sin,
in the tranquil hush of night
Achilles enters in.
A hero of the Trojan War who fought on the side of Greece.
Athena, the goddess he served who loved and protected him.
Ever so beautifully moving! .. Thank you ever so much for sharing this! .. Ever so many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++
Ah! Kostas, all heroes must eventually fall, though it breaks our hearts, even the great Achilles. Thank you for the comment.
As a child, I adored Greek mythology. You have honoured these two in this lovely poem! Achilles, hero of Homer's ILIAD. Athena, goddess of careful & thoughtful warfare. P.S: Nix to Achilles' armour. It had a vulnerable heel, remember?
that had killed Achilles, Practicing Poetess is right, CC! Not you, but it killed him!
I shall thread my heels in golden twine. Though I doubt an arrow to the heel would kill me, but it sounds awfully painful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The heralds are trumpeting, the horns sound gay and bright, on the altar a cup of wine, forgiveness of all sin, in the tranquil hush of night Achilles enters in......so touching and impressive. Beautifully penned. Thanks for sharing.