I walk alone,
Unwanted, unneeded,
At least to their knowledge.
For I am their guardian,
Their protector, standing between
Them, and the bump in the night.
Named for the river of woe,
And touched by the hand,
Of Epithymia, Goddess of Desire.
I walk apart from you,
Yet among you,
Always separate, always alone.
My human life was tragic,
They all say so,
But to me, it was unending pain.
Beatings, degradation, all
Burn, sear just as they did
Over eleven thousand years ago.
I am Acheron, Apostolos,
The Final Fate, son
Of Appolymi the great Destroyer.
The last free Atlantean God,
Yet enslaved I remain, to a
Fiery, redheaded Huntress.
I walk in the Night,
Forever alone, separate,
Will anyone save me?