I wander the streets in silence 

careful not to attract any harmful attention or gaze that might come upon of me

The streets of Thebes seem quite glorious for the outside beholder, a centre of greek civilization

Yet oddly enough, it is even more so dangerous and ????

The ancient and discarded spirits lurk the forgotten corridors, and I seem to be the only beholder of them

You see the reason of this phenomenon is because I am a mistake

an almost curse on the Polis for its greed, grandeur and fornication

my mother being the curses victim

The curse took hold of her, holding its hostage in a sickly twisted embrace

For you see, the society casts me out not because of class or vile

But for the reason that I am a child of the unspoken god

The one that lurks below even Hell's deepest circles

The Primordial that even the olympians dare not utter of name

Tartarus, the god of the underworld