Last Days of Ithaca
Dis feeling
Such a rustic smell!
Nostalgia fills the belly.
Authority sapped; energy reborn.
Familiar faces gone!
Crashes cum clashes not found!
Excesses can't be curbed
For in this mess, I swallow its stone.
Friends, Kins - I long for them presence
This desire is quite a lust for me
Yet, I embrace it wholly.
Soldiers! Unsheathed your swords
For the rose smells nice
Its presence - galore
Its absence - I dare not miss
Odyssey! Penelope!!
This bank be grieved its loneliness
My Queen will I see afar
The beautiful slopes
Hills of the ancient turns - Echoes
Turning against the fate of many!
My Queen,
Last days of Ithacá
Tremor quakes my spine? No!
For trust cum loyalty makes me believe in you
Lords, kings
To you I say,
To you I dare the rulers of empires
For joy mixed with sadness fill my embers
Friends
Pray for me
The Queen's strength must never wane
The joy a soldier has -
Its glory being kept.
My Queen
Being afar keeps me sane!
Will I falter? I dare not.
Will I stop loving you? Never done
Shall the love be in words? No, deeds shall tell.
Now I feel the breeze
What a feeling
What a joy
What - alas!
Strength reborn
Consciousness regained
For the days of Ithacá
A family I believe in
A world I live in
A treasure man mustn't squander
A world that reels it's strength on responsibilities
Ithacá
Dis Ithacá be life
Dis Ithacá be my Queen.
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