Behold the dread tale of Ak-Akoom

I am Ak-Akoom. 
"Attacked - I Attack!"
My name means this, so 
they all know that. 

From an ancient age, 
my deeds have grown 
by warriors' sighs, and  
in wenches' moan -

with my bristling, glittering scimitar!
and my crazy spear, I have ridden far
in my mad rampage of self-defense.
Which I always will wage,
'til the day I'm spent. 

At the dawn of me
- as an infant born - 
attacked, I attacked! 

It made mom laugh, 
so she called me that. 

So was destiny dressed 
and shod, pretty much
- in a name ever since 
well-worn.