The Cyclops Poem

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In caverns deep, with walls of stone,
A Cyclops dwelt, all on his own.
A giant fierce, with eye so bright,
A single orb that shone with might.
His size immense, his strength unmatched,
A creature feared, whose rage dispatched.
His voice would boom, across the land,
His footsteps shook, like quakes so grand.
Yet lonely he, in solitude,
A being shunned, by multitudes.
His monstrous form, a sight so dire,
His heart consumed by smoldering ire.
Until one day, a hero came,
Odysseus was his famed name.
With cunning wit and silver tongue,
He sought to outsmart the Cyclops young.
With crafty ruse and clever plan,
He called himself "Nobody," the man.
He blinded Polyphemus, the Cyclops' eye,
And escaped his cave, before he could die.
The Cyclops roared, in anguish deep,
His blindness causing pain so steep.
But Odysseus sailed, with victory won,
His tale of cunning, forever spun.
So let us remember, the Cyclops' plight,
A monster fierce, with blinding sight.
A lesson learned, of pride and wrath,
And how a hero's wit can change the path.