I feel greatly disgraced by this epiphany


That you who were once so benevolent and sincere
Have recently turned in evil ways against me








Twisting my maids to serve their beds







Bidding for my wife while I was still alive







Master, mariner, and soldier







Was I not also still your king?







It sickens my soul







To see such a lack of faith in my return








Losing and sacrificing my men







To the endless perils I faced







Struggling to get back home







As from the beginning a curse was cast upon me







By Polyphemus







Untidy, cannibalistic son of Poseidon








It is demeaning to know that every second of each day







From the moment dawn spread its fingertips of rose







I dreamed of Ithaka







But you, who I no longer call my people







obtained selfish desires








This deep disgust







which has clouded me internally







has now transformed












Into a raging fire







Rapidly growing








The fury that has entangled me I cannot cage







For it is now like a flesh eating monster







Hungry for merciless revenge
















So I tell you now







As you stand before me







Overcome with sickly green fear







That your last hour has come







You die in blood