Achilles

My heart heard about death, walking;
How heaven intrigued hell forever, nine lives;
My night killed all the stars, head with misty fever;
The moon banished mankind, a sad night;

I held myself to die, like a coward.

My memory like beating music, bottomed out;
The time mangled by lies, more stolen, buried;
All, the moments why I couldn’t heal in gaps of hue;
Nude grief achieved Achilles heal, gone out to shore.