scene iii

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roaring cries aboard thy ship,
seas as blue as posideon's joy
kisses of nectar brush against my lips
as gold tinted blades and wine-laden maidens
wreak havoc on my iliad brazen soul

homer shall call upon the fairest of the fair,
for she doth do share aphrodite's exquisite air;
this shout, a cry that merely legends know,
turns love into double-edged swords
while athenian boys and spartan men wage bets on their bloodshed and beating hearts

o, dear foreigner with the blood of the spartan queen, listen closely to this tale-spinner's woe
you hold heaven in thy hands
and the hades in thy gaze
forget all thy principles!
thine odyssey hast martyred many a god, brave warrior, thou art no different;
heed my warning, zeus' heir,

many mortals die before they're halfway here.

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