In The Eyes Of My Beloved
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There are two sides to every story;
Two sides to every face.
Behind each pair of eyes,
A different story waits.
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She called herself my savior, but in fact she was my captor.
She kept me there, with her;
Kept from my Penelope.
Her beauty was irresistible,
But she was not for me.
Between eternal life and mortal love,
My choice is simple:
I choose mortal love.
But I was trapped,
Trapped by a lovely terror.
She let me go by no design of hers.
She freed me as a child lets go of a beloved toy.
But she did not love me.
She owned me.
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Alone I haunted my island.
Its beauty lost in the stream of the ordinary.
They say all visitors are sent by gods,
Mine was sent by Poseidon.
I kept him safe upon my isle.
With him, the island's beauty returned,
But blurred behind the wall of tears that clouded his mournful eyes.
I loved him, so I let him go.
I returned him to Poseidon's hands;
I retuned him to his Penelope's arms.
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There are two sides to every story;
Two sides to every face.
Behind each pair of eyes,
A different story waits.
A/N: This too was written a long time ago as an assignment. We were to analyze both sides of Circe. The second stanza is Odysseus' point of view; the third is Circe's. I hope you liked it more than my teacher.