rhyme scheme: (different each stanzas)

first - ABAB
second - AABBA
third - AABBA
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Unending Tale

Nothing begins but ends what is about to be started,
As coat of venom adorned those whose shadows were tainted,
And here lies,  Achilles,  whose heels he chose to glued shut on the cold ground,
For he doesn't want to be acquainted with the charred pile he left deathbound. 
The only worth salvaging were those jaded perceptions left rotten along with tragic stories of those he thwarted.

The underworld is an unforgiving place to those who wants to reach the center,
Where Aides sat in his throne, dear Patroculus chose to beg,  unaware of what he chose to enter.
For anything he's willing to do to save his damned lover boy,
Anything... to fix on what the thought is just another pitiful broken toy.
Everyone 's hearts shrunk for the blind Homer but none pointed their fingers to Patroculos' intact vision,  in fact a victim but a naive beggar.

The tale that'll never end, a suffocating cycle,
Achilles, whose body's bathe in blood smiled innocently,  brought his companion something special.
A jar of cookie crumbs made from the ashes of the dead that was never at peace,
Dear Patroculus felt assured,  chaste to the truth how much corpse his dear one trampled and feast.
All has ended but no one wants to stop, not him nor his companion for they are both addicted to a game that is beautiful yet lethal.