In The Eyes Of My Beloved

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There are two sides to every story;

Two sides to every face.

Behind each pair of eyes,

A different story waits.

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She called herself my savior, but in fact she was my captor.

She kept me there, with her;

Kept from my Penelope.

Her beauty was irresistible,

But she was not for me.

Between eternal life and mortal love,

My choice is simple:

I choose mortal love.

But I was trapped,

Trapped by a lovely terror.

She let me go by no design of hers.

She freed me as a child lets go of a beloved toy.

But she did not love me.

She owned me.

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Alone I haunted my island.

Its beauty lost in the stream of the ordinary.

They say all visitors are sent by gods,

Mine was sent by Poseidon.

I kept him safe upon my isle.

With him, the island's beauty returned,

But blurred behind the wall of tears that clouded his mournful eyes.

I loved him, so I let him go.

I returned him to Poseidon's hands;

I retuned him to his Penelope's arms.

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There are two sides to every story;

Two sides to every face.

Behind each pair of eyes,

A different story waits.


A/N: This too was written a long time ago as an assignment. We were to analyze both sides of Circe. The second stanza is Odysseus' point of view; the third is Circe's. I hope you liked it more than my teacher.