From the Depths of Hell I rode,
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Battered and unshod,
Too weary to speak anger,
Too tired to feel unloved.
Down the stretch of Styx I strode,
Beaten and forlorn.
A well of water in my eye,
My heart still dark, still torn.
Past the growls of Hounds I crowed,
For the love I lost.
O Orpheus! I know your pain!
Gone! Gone! Forever gone!
Always and forever gone!
An imprinted hand across my face,
Ending my fate beyond the Gates of Hell.