Circe gave me warnings of the dangers we would face
About the deadly Sirens and that terrifying place
where to avoid a whirlpool called Charybdis, then your tiller
must steer you past the cave of the six-headed monster Scylla.
I blocked my shipmates ears with wax, they tied me to the mast
so I could hear the Sirens singing as we sailed past.
At the straits where Scylla lives, whom every sailor dreads,
the beast ate six of my best men, one for each of her heads.
Circe and Tiresias had warned me it was best
to shun the isle of Helios, but my crew wished to rest
"Fine" I said "but do not touch the cattle or the sheep
To steal from the immortals then the punishment is steep."
We had to stay there for a month, in wait for a fair wind
My men were getting hungry, for our food supplies had thinned
They ate some of the cattle which belong to Helios
When the sun god learned of this he was extremely cross
"Zeus, they must be punished or I'll never shine again!"
So Zeus sent a storm which sunk my ship and drowned my men
Only I escaped and washed up on Calypso's isle
That is where I came here from, though I was there a while.
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