pentameter
Odysseus was silent stringing his bow
Penelope had seen her hero's scar
The time had come to lay the base dogs low
This was the task for which he came so far
When proud Eumaeus raised his stolen cup
To drink stolen wine, it was less than sweet
The last thing the doomed man saw
Was wine and blood mixed at his feet
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