But Lord Charon was never asked
While to some he is seen as a villain
He has no greater goal
Than finish the labors of his day
His labors of pain are never recognized
Since the beginning of time
Lord Charon has been tasked
In a way
That no other being could bear
For his acts he was despised
But it is with duty and his honor
Diligence and great wisdom
He refuses to fail
Despite exhaustion and bitter hate
He does not blindly ferry the chosen
None, not even the gods know his pain
He performs work of unbearable cost
A few coins across the lips
For every being who dies
His is the last voice heard by the lost
And though he averts their gaze
Hiding his woe from their eyes
Doing so he sheds a tear for all
Because they never return
Except as rising ash
As their souls burn
