The Eve of Polyxena

[Amylian]

“The Eve of Polyxena”
By
Ali Makki aka Amylin


Achilles (From the Underworld) to Polyxena
Drift away, oh sacred beauty,
To the everlasting paradise!
Thou art so innocent, so sweet,
Was it Man, or was it God’s hand
That shackled thy Elysian eve?

Polyxena (in her grave)
The Tempest’s wake, the sparkling lake,
That Love’s page and the war it does wage
Upon the village with the Lost Memories
Reminds me of the Beauty of Princess Bersies,
The courage of the Valiant Achilles
Who killed the one I loved,
Who became my undying beloved,
Whose son slit mine throat on his tomb,
And made miserable that lovely womb
In which I was born from.

Achilles speaks:
A king I may be in this hideous place,
I am to be content for one more embrace.

Polyxena utters:
My Achilles, I find you more luscious,
Though dead I may be, my soul wishes
To coil with thee in love once more,
And live forever in our days of yore.



Regards,
Amylian

[deryk]

I think that the sounds and aesthetics are especially pleasing with this effort. The subject matter is somewhat stilted, even for classical emulation, but it does convey a brash sort of beauty nonetheless, like dumb-love idolized.

[MorpheusSandman]

It's a peculiar attempt at archaic neo-classicism, but I'm not sure if it's meant to be read with any degree of seriousness or not. If there's a parodiable element here, I guess I'm missing it, but it seems much too, as deryk said, stilted to be read straight...