Polyphemus+5



Many years it has been, Years since that one day of treachery, dear son. As I sit at night in the dreary caves of my fellow Cyclops, I am able to recall the tale of great Odysseus. How the pain tortured me and not even a bit of sight Remains in the single eye upon my forehead. The splinters of the burning stake, In which the cunning man buried, Still linger in this mass of blindness. A lesson for you, the young, to remember For as long as the moon waxes and wanes, Remember, never let yourself be outwitted. And if ever a man reveals himself as 'Nobody', You must know to be aware of his cunning plans. He will trick you when you least expect it, And you, you are my most loved one; I know you will be stronger than I, For I am teaching you the ways Greater than any man could ever know. My pain grows stronger by the day. Without revenge, my agony builds and overtakes. I have become feeble now, But I know you will catch him with his own dirty ways When one of his kindred returns. I know, dear son, I have faith in you.