The Fisherman and Achilles :)

A man and his wife, a house
Of mud and walls of air, living
In peace amid swords and shards,
The man, a blade wielder, who cut fish,
The woman, a priestess to him and Apollo’s liege,
Knew each other so well. The village’s envy they were.
Feeling and understanding, thought and action,
Yin and yang that fit together.
When breathless in each other’s lap,
Buried, they were, by their beloved sea.
Sea that saw a thousand ships, remembered more
For the lives it ended, than the end that lived.
Ya, their end lived longer than their memories.
Known well, to each other, but unremembered by others.

Not far from them, lies a man, far from his bride,
Apollo’s priestess, the swordman’s game.
Mad after glory and fame, throwing lives away
His and others, so that he may be remembered.
His bride wished to know him, yet watched him die.
In glory, remembered not as a strong warrior,
But one weak in the tendon. A lone wolf, remembered.
One nameless, unheard of, the other a tall memory, the stuff of legend.
Same boat in death, but different in life. Love, understanding,
Peace and happiness rocking one cradle. Hate, war, chaos
Sorrow drew the other in all directions. Who’d you be?
The nameless fisherman, known to his wife, forgotten in love,
Or the legendary hero, favourite of the gods, unknown to his bride,
Love sans memory or glory sans affection, you choose.