Perhaps I shouldn't have battled so hard
for so long to return
home
Enemies are slaughtered
kingdom returned
queen at my side
Yet I am ashamed that
I sometimes dream of
that wicked Calypso
Who held me captive those
seven years (despite the knashing of my
teeth and wailing in despair)
(Perhaps I'll sneak off in the night
push my boat back into the sea
and hope that the gods will
wash me once more,
onto that lonesome shore)
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