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See now this dog, this filthy mutt
Who dares to darken the halls
Of fair Ithaca, home of the clever
Fighting for a throne never his
A love, a lust never to be given
His mangy pack now dead at last
Their blood staining the floors
But what shall we do with this final dog?
Let the wolf strike the final blow
His spear ready and teeth bared
To avenge those years of torment and fear
From those who’d throw him deep below
Take justice for those long, long years
When where should be safe for pups to grow
Was safe no more, no longer
Let the monster deal the ending strike
With his arrow straight and true
Pierce the throat of the mangy dog
Who prowled past the doors
Of the wife and son he loved
Those he shed blood and ichor for
To return after all those long years
Nay, let the Queen be the one
To end this horrid filth
Let her take her axe, its challenge won
And slice through skin and bone
Spartan blood in her veins, rage hot and red
A mother avenging her son, his pain and fear
A wife holding on, for a husband dear
A Queen protecting her kingdom
As she has for twenty long years