Odysseus and the Battle for Ithaca
Tireless traveler, king of distant lands,
Odysseus, you walk through waves wild and grand.
War calls your name, from shore to shore,
While Ithaca waits in silence, longing evermore.
Long years have passed in foreign domains,
With sword and wit, you fought through pains.
Brave men and gods remain in thought,
But Ithaca alone is the peace you sought.
Penelope waits with an unyielding heart,
Like a leaf in the wind that will never depart.
And your son grows, his gaze set high,
Chasing your shadow like the moon in the sky.
Odysseus, you are the homeward breath,
A hero who fought for his peace till death.
From war to home, you return with pride,
In beloved Ithaca, forever to abide.
