 Just so you know, the Odyssey is goddess of wisdom, Zeus's, Zeus's daughter, the God of God Beside the messenger of the gods, Hyperion, the sun god New basic, lit buffs out there, I guess Apparently the Cyclops is a very phallic representation of, oh wow we got rain Real rain gods, the Odysseus, our protagonist, the main guy Son of laity, his king, his wife, Penelope, instigator Former husband of Helen, instigator of the entire Trojan war Of course we have Helen, the son of Agamemnon, a reason to go try to sack And successfully doing so, sacking Troy We have Nazca, daughter of King Alsinus, Alsinus, king of the Fasions And the city of Troy was in flames Odysseus looked back and laughed, for ten bitter years The Greek army had laid siege, who had dared to steal away the beautiful Helen from King Menelau Odysseus is home, Nithica, of the setting sun, but every man loves the land where he is born In no place on earth was dearer to Odysseus than Nithica For all those years that the Greeks had warred against Troy His heart had been yearning, the soil of Nithica may be thin and starved But Odysseus had left one behind of his son and his wife Penelope In truth, he had never wanted to leave them What did he care if Paris had taken a fancy to Menelau's wife Helen, when Agamemnon, Menelau's brother Who led the Greek army against Troy, came to collect Odysseus to join the expedition How the seashore pushed his son Ptolemycus into his path Odysseus swirred to avoid him, and they saw through the act and was needed Where strength and bravery of two sides were so finely balanced It was Odysseus who came up with the plan to deceive the Trojans into opening their city gates So letting the finest Greek soldiers into the city concealed inside a wooden horse Then, as of Greeks, Odysseus was the most eager to be on his way He called his men and they sat and they sat, say, all while the sky behind them still burned red But bad luck was with them from the start Great Zeus, who wields, sent such storm arms that their ships bucked like frightened horses The rain scoured all color from the world until they could not tell sea and their sails to shreds and sick at heart for two days and nights, while the storm blew itself out On the third day they set sail once more, only to be dragged, caught by the fierce currents that pulled them far, dragged south by the relentless wind in waves for tent-fresh water Odysseus sent a party of men inland who lived in this hut At last Odysseus himself went in search of them In a clearing he found one of his men, he was laying on his back, humming Hum hum hum hum hum hum Odysseus recognized the melody, it was an old ethican flula-pie hardly seemed to recognize Odysseus Instead, he held out some fruit, saying, here, have some His voice was slurs, this was the land of the lotus-eaters So called because there only food was the honeyed lotus fruit They had offered their fruit to Odysseus's men. Whoever tasted it once, lived only to taste. Odysseus tried to reason with the man, don't you want to go home with his mouth full of fruit? He began to slip once more into his waking dream, and nothing Odysseus did or said could stir him from. Odysseus returned to the ships and fetched more men, cautioning them not to eat. They dragged their blank-eyed, smiling companions back to the ship, one by one, from that deadly land where the lotus fruit traps men in a trance of childhood. As the oars dipped once more into the whitening sea, they tried to shut their ear in a piteous crowns of those men who had eaten.