So, this is my second poem, this one about Odysseus. As before, if you don't get anything, I suggest you read about his myth.


Calypso did he meet,

And Circe did he beat,

Brave Odysseus his name,

Craftiness was his game.

Ten years was the war,

But he would have to wait,

Ten years more,

To see his wife,

To see his son,

And undo the damage,

The suitors hath done

Through twelve axes did his arrow pass,

But still, she had to give him one last task,

'Bring down our marital bed' she asked

Brave Odysseus, in a rage,

Asked who had cut the tree,

From which the bed had been carved from thee.

Beautiful Penelope could not believe her eyes,

This was her husband in disguise!

After so many years,

After so many lies,

Brave Odysseus brought down the suitor's demise,

'Odysseus has returned!'

They cried


Well? Reviews would be much appreciated!