The Heavens weep...
As the whirling winds rip the world from its axis.
A spinning sphere amongst the stars of infinity
Like a bottled bulletin that floats adrift.
The thunderous bolts of zealous Zeus
And the bacillus bombs of hubris man
The roars of war rage on
As Achilles and Hercules fight to the death,
And the four horsemen of the apocalypse
Steal the souls of the many onlookers,
Until the eleventh stroke to Achilles' heel
Sends the earth to silence.
And still the Heavens weep.