I really don't know where this came from. I was reading the Odyssey for school and, well…

I came up with this.


Her husband was a soldier, anonymous but true.
No tales were told of his glory,
No songs were sung of his glory.
He sailed for Troy with Odysseus,
But Odysseus reached home alone.

Twenty years she waited for her husband to return.
She sat in the house of her father,
Alone in the house of her father,
She waited for news of her husband,
But Odysseus reached home alone.

Twenty years she sat and prayed, "let him return at last!
Bedecked with treasure and glory,
Or poor, with no hint of glory,
Just let him return to his family!"
But Odysseus reached home alone.

Twenty years she told them all, "he's coming back for me."
"He's coming back," she told them.
"He'll make it home," she told them.
"I won't give up," she told them,
But Odysseus reached home alone.

Finally there was laughter in fair Ithaca again;
But in one house there was weeping,
Endless wailing, bitter weeping;
For Odysseus returned to his homeland,
But Odysseus reached home alone.


Well, that was depressing...

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