*** upon the river Acheron

Love so true at first quickly became false;
You hurt me with fists, so I got revenge;
I had only acted upon impulse;
But the enjoyable result is still clear;

The frigid cold air has now stills your breath;
Perhaps this atrocity was for the best;
The river Acheron holds thee in death;
See, I was not in for your so called jest;

The water runs red with the blood of man;
The souls search but can not amend;
I smirk knowing you have met the boogeyman;
My life that you have destroyed can now transcend;

Once black and blue I now bask in sin;
An avenger takes a breath from within;