Floating forth on a raft of tears,

swamped by waves, beset by fears.

Rains of blood pour from the sky,

staining hands that I've watched die.

Is this my wrong? I cannot say.

Within darkness held, on cloudless day.

These Achillian masks I must wear,

show not this world, just how I fare.

Will the spite return with pain?

With deadly blade, and burning flame.

To the heels of wolves and flowing war,

as a broken heart, will bespeak with more.

Here I am, at last the end,

it is now of all, I seek a friend.

So on I will towards Hades home,

my tears forever, flow alone.