OdysseusA Poem by Mr. HenleyA take on Tennyson's Ulysses
The eyes of the world upon thee,
And there's only a sword at your side. An aging wife awaits you at home, Wherest thou may simply wait and die. The battle of Troy is won, Poseidon has been made a fool. How then now could my King Sit upon his aged throne and drool? Nay, you are greater than that my King, For you've conquered all the land. Perhaps it's better to live extreme, Perhaps it's time to once more take a stand. Do you recall the lotos-eaters? Oh, the cruel beauty in their addiction. My King, you are addicted to adventure; Is this not your affliction? Although time has made thyself weak, And age hath stolen your fate, You mustn't quit your travels, Until you and Destiny date. You are strong my king, And your crew united in one goal! You must miss Scylla and Polyphemus, Forget about their toll. Rethink your dreams, And think not of your heart. Forget of your home, For that's merely where our journey starts. Thou must sail off once more! Go forth and shake the worlds! Change your own fate, my King, And watch as Destiny curls.
© 2013 Mr. Henley
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Added on December 11, 2012 Last Updated on December 3, 2013 Tags: The Odyssey, The Illiad, Homer, Tennyson, Odysseus, Ulysses, Greek Mythology, Greek Previous Versions Author
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