The Odyssey

O Muse, my tale is racked with woe
Of hardships I've seen many
These twenty years have bound me so
Far from the lands of plenty
The sun and stars still light the sky
Despite my weary vantage
Though Time now courts my memory
And soon the two shall vanish

The Ocean swoons with ebb and flow
The Moon it surely follows
Hope is drawn to depths below
And there the darkness swallows
O Misery! How cruel the Fates
To leave me here forsaken
A wretched destiny awaits
The course that I have taken

But No! I shan't capitulate
And cast all hope asunder
I pray my mettle will be great
Though come the mighty thunder
When wrath rains down with vengeful hate
And rages all around me
May my course be true and straight
Though chaos may surround me

Across a sea both vast and wide
As fast as winds may carry
To break me from the ties that bind
I sail and shall not tarry
To scale that which confines me
As the seasons come to twenty
So my weary eyes at last might see
My blessed lands of plenty

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