Songweaving Goddess speak the memory
Of that man: waymaker of words and deeds,
Wanderer harrowed through the world and the years
After sacking the sacred stronghold of Ilium
And many a man of many a land
Whose cities he beheld, whose hearts he grasped,
And many the nights' misery in the fathoms
Of his spirit at sea struggling for nothing
Save his life, his crew's long-sought homecoming.
But for all his virtue and valor could do
He couldn't defend them from what felled them all.
Reckless cravings wrecked them finally
When those childish fools profaned and slew
And stuffed their guts with the Sungod's kine.
That prince of daylight then put out their lives,
And darkened in their eyes the dawn of homecoming.
Their lore be your song O lightninglord's daughter,
Immortal Muse! Once more in our time
Let the legend begin as you like —we will hear.