CIRCE

Circe, great apothecary of Aeaea,
What strange alchemy have you cast?
Your enemies, they prowl about your throne
Awaiting the day you restore them back to life,

Circe, great sorceress of the sea
Who can resist your many charms?
Ten years of battle saw the fall of Troy
How long must it be till I reach my home?

Circe, this past year you have held me captive
As your lover, as your slave
Be true to your word – your promise
And guide me home to Ithaca once again