Come, my traditions, surround me and grow
emerge from your faounden your heaven’s arms
embrace me as Thetis held her hero
and Achilles was named by her power
to be immortal was nothing of course
but to carry the burdensome heart’s hole
who is a mortal son offspring of one
still her power was greater known by far
she could trick him of his fated demise
these are the ways of the worldly warrior
who stacks uneven an imposing force
all to its benefit and none others
but soon comes a Poet nee Homer
blinded by beauty as the Eye of Verse
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