• I see you, Hades, indulging upon the sobs of the fatal,
    the sobbing of the griever is music to your ears,
    you trap your dead in the underworld like a child catches fireflies in a jar and refuses to let them free,
    for you are possessive, like him,
    yet you are devoted,
    to your wife Persephone,
    whom you kidnapped and carried down to the underworld
    in your black chariot pulled by black horses,
    and your realm,
    the underworld,
    where the heads of the gloomy ghostly flowers hang in mourning.
    Grrr, the growl of Cerberus,
    the three-headed dog with the tail of that of a dragon
    who guards the gate,
    echoes through your lonesome kingdom.
    You helmet of invisibility will make you invisible literally,
    but you don't need it,
    for you always have social invisibility,
    which causes you depression
    and lowers your self esteem.
    You sit in your thrown of ebony,
    encrusted with jewels,
    with your queen Persephone,
    listening to the arguments of the no longer living.
    In spite of your patience and maturity,
    you're jealous
    of your brothers,
    Zeus and Poseidon,
    and whoever else
    has happy lives.
    You disfigure the truth
    in the underworld
    where your palace sits
    in all of the riches of the underworld.
    Your rages don't budge
    and turn into grudges
    but you are to evil,
    as ice is to heat.
    You are not evil.
    You are strong,
    rich,
    the Giver of Wealth.
    You are serious,
    and loyal,
    even if you don't believe it.