Loved by Apollo,

But she not loving him,

He, in his lust,

Came for her,

She ran but he caught her,

In a fury she

Lashed out,

Marring his face,

Fear in her eyes

As she realized what she had done.

Oh,

woe is Acantha!

For the sun god's

Anger is swift

As Hermes' himself.

Oh,

woe is Acantha!

She who was loved by a god!