In the shadowed depths of the Cyclops' lair, a perilous sight did unfold,
Where Odysseus' cunning, like tales of old, shone fiercely bright and bold.
He blinded the giant in his own den, a feat of courage untold,
And sailed away with all his men, across the waves, both brisk and cold.
"Nobody" the beast was told, a name that echoed in the dark,
A clever ruse, brave and bold, that hit its mark like a sharpened ark.
In the cover of the night, under a sky devoid of light, they fled to sea,
From Polyphemus' wrath, they were free, a band of brothers, bound by decree.
Through clever words and a sharpened stake, the hero's plan was set in motion,
A testament to wit's unyielding power, and the depths of his devotion.
The giant roared, his vision stole, by hands that dared to defy,
Odysseus and his loyal crew, under a starless sky, did fly.
In silence, they pulled their oars, away from that cursed shore,
Leaving behind the echoes of the Cyclops' roar, and the tales of horror bore.
A journey marked by cunning and might, under the cloak of night,
They vanished from the giant's sight, their spirits lifted, hearts alight.
So sing the bards of Odysseus' tale, of cunning, bravery, and the quest,
A story of survival against all odds, where wit and valor meet their test.
In the Cyclops' lair, they danced with fate, and emerged unscathed, their story great,
A legend of the ages, sealed by the gods, where courage and cunning conspire with fate.