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Choose Your Loss and Live | Circe’s Warning from The Odyssey [Lyric Video]

A lyrical retelling of Circe’s warnings to Odysseus about the dangers he will face on his voyage home. Book 12, Song 2 Patreon:   / seraphinastardust   Modern Summary of the Odyssey Passage In Book 12 of the Odyssey, Circe tells Odysseus what awaits him after leaving her island: the deadly allure of the Sirens; the impossible choice between Scylla and Charybdis; and the sacred cattle of Helios, whose violation will doom his entire crew. She explains each threat plainly, giving him the only path through dangers no mortal should survive. Original: When they had eaten and drunk their fill, she spoke to Odysseus: “Your trials are not yet ended. I will tell you each danger in its turn, so that you may choose the path that saves what men you can. First, you will reach the island of the Sirens, who sit in a meadow beside the sea. They charm all men who pass. Whoever listens to their song is never seen returning, for his ship is broken and his bones lie in a heap. But you, if you wish to hear, must have your men bind you upright against the mast, with ropes fastened tight. Order them not to free you, no matter how you beg. Let them stop their ears with beeswax, so the music will not reach them.” She continued: “After the Sirens, the course divides. I will not choose for you. One way: two great cliffs rise into the sky. No birds fly between them, no creature passes through. Below, the rocks grind together in the crashing surf. There stands the dread fig tree, and beneath it the whirlpool of Charybdis. Three times each day she sucks the sea down into her throat and vomits it up again, foaming like a cauldron. No ship can escape her when she swallows down. The other path lies close against the cave of Scylla. She is a monster with twelve feet dangling, six necks as long as oars, each head with triple rows of teeth. She lurks in her hollow, her arms reaching wide, snatching men from passing ships. Better to lose six men to Scylla than to lose all to Charybdis. Do not arm yourself against her—no mortal can fight her. Flee past her as swiftly as you may.” Then Circe warned again: “Beyond these straits you will reach the island of Thrinacia. There graze the cattle of the Sun-god Helios, watched by his daughters Lampetie and Phaethousa. If you do not harm them, you may yet reach Ithaca. But if you touch them, ruin awaits: your ship destroyed, your crew lost, and you yourself will come home late and broken.” Lyrics: You asked how not to die. Now listen. And obey. First will come the meadowed shore, Where voices bloom and bones implore. The Sirens sing, and none return— Their music burns But will not learn. Wax their ears, and seal them blind— But if you wish, Then you must bind. Bind yourself to the mast and spar. Let no hand loose you, near or far. Clench your teeth when longing calls— Or you will fall, As all men fall. Let song not be The end of thee. Next you face the paths of pain— The split where cliff and swirl remain. To one side waits the howling pit, Where Charybdis drags and will not quit. Three times a day she drinks the sea— Three times she wakes With hungered glee. Row past her fast. Do not wait. Scylla strikes, But she won’t take All. Lose six. Not all. Not all. To starboard clings the thing with heads— Six mouths. Twelve feet. She tastes the dead. You cannot fight. You cannot slay— But pass her quick, And look away. If you delay, she’ll take her fill— But better loss Than total kill. Choose the path That leaves you grieving— It is better Than not leaving. Last you reach the sun-god’s isle, Where sacred cattle never die. Touch them not. Not hide nor horn— Or all you know Will be undone. They do not breed. They do not age. They are the line Of Helios’ rage. If you harm them, you will break— The sea will rise. The sky will shake. Your men will die. Your ship will flame. You will return Without your name. The sea will keep What hunger takes. You will come alone To blood and flame. You will come To suitors, To vengeance, To shame. Then take your oar To inland earth. Plant it Where the sea Has never given birth. Bind yourself to mast and will— Pass the cliff, though some are killed— Spare the herd, or gods will cry— This is how, And this is why. You wished to live. Now you must choose— Which loss to keep, And what to lose. Credits All music, lyrics, and visuals by Seraphina Stardust and The School of Echoes. #TheOdyssey #Circe #GreekMyth #EpicLyricVideo #MythicChant #AncientProphecy #Bardcore #CinematicFolk #MythicPop #SeraphinaStardust #Odysseus #Book12 #GreekEpic #StorytellingMusic #OracleSong