A/N Hey guys! This is just a small little poem I wrote for school in like
15 minutes. *sigh* We STILL haven't gotten the grades for it...
Disclaimer: Isn't this obvious? Well if it isn't...I don't own the odyssey
or any of the characters.
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How is it that I cross alive into this gloom she asks?
I came and spoke of prophecy with the great captain Teiresias;
Yet here I find one close to my own heart,
My own mother?
She is before me like a dream,
Intangible as I strain to embrace her.
We speak of the place which we knew and loved
In those happier years, now far behind.
A stab of pain shoots through my body,
She died from longing;
Longing for her son Odysseus.
The transparent shades swirl about me,
Beautiful women of time long gone;
The most lovely Khloris,
Leda the wife of Tyndareus.
Yet here comes a man, one who found death in his prime;
The glory of commanders, Agamemnon.
Another comes to me from the thousands,
Son of Peleus, strongest of all Akhaians;
Akhilleus, only wishing to know of his son.
He stood apart, the son of royal Telemon,
Could he not forgive me now, even in death?
One of the noblest of Danaans,
Aias still holds his fury?
I call out to him, yet he turns away from me,
Without a glance in my direction.
I then turn, and make for my ship;
To take my leave of these deep recesses,
At the world's end.