Admit it, human being: In the fight
we call life, you are, at best,
Hector facing Achilles,
your fate pre-ordained;
you can only prolong the struggle,
not emerge triumphant.
Blocking the descending blade
one more time is what destiny can grant you -
and the next thrust, or the one after,
will strike through,
and your blood shall stain
the sand, as crowing Achilles
will be the last sight in your dimming eyes.
Your broken body shall be dragged
behind the chariot of time
to crush all hope from the minds
of your loved ones,
and then will be heard
heavy steps in the tower staircase
going up, and the final cries
of your beloved Astyanax.
26.03.2021
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