ACHILLES

She kissed his heart with her lips

And licked it with her cunning tongue

She smeared his heart with icy spittle

And held it with a glowing tong

She scorched and teared a flesh

Out of him; the heart was torn

She, a shrub, in Achilles' heel   

Pierced with a stiff thorn

Here he crept in a bloody ground

Forgotten he was born strong

Achilles