By Gossamer Bullard
For I have sailed through the toughest of hells,
I am grateful that the journey is done,
I crossed the dark seas in which monsters dwelled,
But I did it all for my wife and son.
And while I was trapped by cruel goddesses,
Guided by a blind prophet and phantoms,
Spiked wine with lotus, fruit with caudices,
The Gods above, who had sung their anthems.
Once I ended all those greedy suitors,
Peace and gratitude washed over myself,
I held close to my heart, those who tutored,
For now, all of the memories are shelved.
But however much I survived for them,
I found upon me, it had made mayhem.
