Curse of Athena - Slough Feg

Swept on the shore by the light of

The silver moon’s glaive

Creeping of dawn through the streets

In the rags of a slave

Once I was lord of this kingdom from city to sea

Now twenty years past the townsfolk

Are laughing at me

Crouched in the hut of the swineherd

I don my disguise

Faced with the kindness and questions

I meet them with lies

Dirty and smoke-stained I’m all

Shriveled flesh, gnarled limb

Touched by the hand of the goddess

My eyes become grim