In the nights, true, I'd slept with her in the arching cave - I had no choice - unwilling lover alongside lover all too willing ...
As I balled my eyes out in my normal residing quarter, Calypso found me on the headland, sitting, still, weeping, my eyes never dry, my sweet life flowing away with tears I wept for my foiled journey home, since the nymph no longer pleased.
She called to me, "No need, my unlucky one, to grieve here any longer, no don't waste your life away."
I thought for a moment and realized it must have been a trap, Calypso had some alternative plan like always. So, cleverly I spoke, "I won't set foot on a raft until you show good faith, until you consent to swear to a binding oath!"
She swiftly complied to my order (what a pleasant surprise).
My emotions were everywhere. Should I be happy? Scared? Tiresome? Should I really trust Calypso, for all I know she could break this oath?
I calmed myself down and decided to cling on to my only sense of humanity left. I clenched on my hope. My hope that one day I would return home. My hope that one day I would see Penelope. Calypso was my only possible way to do so.
To set the deal, I lured Calypso back into my cavern, and we lost each other in love. I knew only this action would make Calypso truly adhere to the oath. This was my farewell action. Hopefully she does not go back on her word, I would be devastated.
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