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SONG OF ODYSSEY At the edge of his flashing sword, beneath arrows flying like the wind, men fall before him— none can stand against him. Having reveled in the glorious victory of Troy, his blood-stained sword awaits the curse of the gods. Upon the hills where the dead still mourn, or deep beneath the dark-blue sea, a voice calls his name— **Odysseus… Odysseus…** The harsh breath of the rowers sleeps within the raging waves. The bodies of his comrades have not yet returned to dust. Their souls wander through the realm of the dead, reaching out to hold him back as he struggles toward his homeland. **Turn back! Turn back! The time has not yet come!** The scent of his wife searches desperately for him through the years of oblivion. Bound by the wrath of the gods, he endures a long, pale emptiness— countless nights, countless waves, an endless sea of death. The legend of the Odyssey still cries the name of the Trojan War hero. But having earned the wrath of Poseidon, his body wanders beyond the veiled world, together with the souls of the dead. The blood upon his sword calls for death once more, while his fallen comrades remain forever at his side. **O sea, do not swallow me. O storm, do not block my way. I shall return. To my homeland— to Ithaca.** Countless stars disappear, countless dawns pass, and at last he returns. But there he finds those who covet his crown, greedy laughter, and his kingdom falling into ruin. White-haired, in the guise of an old beggar, he stands before them. Yet within his heart the blood of a young warrior still burns, and the fire of Troy still lives within his soul. **Bring me my bow. Bring me my sword. The King of Ithaca has returned.** He draws the bow that no other man could bend. The arrow flies— and the name of the fallen hero thunders once again across the world. **Odysseus! Odysseus!** Beyond the curse of the gods, beyond the sea of death, beyond the years of oblivion— the one who returned. The Trojan War hero. The King of Ithaca. Bearing the deaths of his comrades, carrying countless waves within his heart, he has finally returned home. *Odysseus.* And once more, his name is called. The sea grows still. The spirits of the dead fall silent. Beyond the distant horizon, the light of dawn appears. And at last— **Ithaca, I have returned.** *Odysseus.* #Odyssey #Odysseus #SongOfOdyssey #GreekMythology #Homer #EpicOpera #OperaMusic #ClassicalMusic #ItalianOpera #Puccini #Baritone #OperaticMusic #EpicMusic #CinematicMusic #MythologicalMusic #AncientGreece #TrojanWar #Ithaca #Poseidon #TheOdyssey #EpicSong #OperaSong #DramaticMusic #OrchestralMusic #ClassicalOpera #GreekEpic #HeroicMusic #ShamanicMusic #DarkOpera #AIgeneratedMusic "Copyright © 2026 IL JEON. All rights reserved. No reuploading or copying allowed without permission. 저작권 © 2026 IL JEON(전일). 모든 권리 보유. 허가 없이 무단 복제, 배포, 재업로드를 금합니다.“