Poseidon's Lament: A Tale of Dark Waters

In the shadows of the tempest's rage,
Where the roiling waves conceal a bitter stage,
Odysseus, wretched and weary, treads,
Through the ocean's grip, where Poseidon spreads.

The sea god's wrath, a vengeful storm,
A tale of sorrow, a soul forlorn.
Odysseus, cunning, in the deep abyss,
Faces Poseidon's ire, a darkened abyss.

Through the blackened waves, a haunting song,
Whispers of revenge that linger long.
Poseidon's trident, a wrathful might,
Crashes down in the dead of night.

The ship, a vessel of mortal dreams,
Torn asunder by godly schemes.
Odysseus, with courage bold,
Struggles 'gainst a fate foretold.

In the depths, where shadows dance,
Poseidon's fury, a cruel romance.
With every crest, a tale unfolds,
Of a hero's journey, marred and cold.

The howling winds, the crashing sea,
A symphony of doom, a lament for he
Who dared defy the gods' command,
Now trapped in Poseidon's vengeful hand.

Odysseus, battered, his spirit torn,
A plaything for the gods, a figure worn.
In the abyss, where darkness lies,
A tragic echo of mortal cries.

Poseidon's laughter, a thunderous roar,
Echoes through the ocean's floor.
Odysseus, adrift in the abyss,
A puppet in the god's cruel bliss.

In the heart of the storm, a tale unfolds,
Of mortals and gods, their destinies controlled.
Odysseus, a pawn in a divine game,
Bearing the weight of Poseidon's name.