Ulysses and The Prophet
were once thick as thieves,
braving any dangers they
came across,
whether that be fierce storms
or the chilly river
they used to leap into.

Ulysses and The Prophet
were once two in the same.
They used to promise
to never,
ever return home,
to always travel,
to always feel alive.

Ulysses and The Prophet
went their separate ways.
It was a heavy strain
on the both of them.
Ulysses needed her guide.
The Prophet needed his spark.
But the gods kept them apart,
and the emptiness took its toll.

Ulysses and The Prophet
are no more,
and the desire to travel
has died down.
Ulysses stays cooped up in
her tiny apartment,
writing their tales down.
The Prophet wanders on his own,
looking for followers.

The gods never liked
them together,
anyways.