hades was a fine young man cloaked in silk and gold-
and on mount olympus he sat,
next to his brothers throne-
Until the tragic day arrived,
when hate consumed his soul-
and down he fell beneath the earth,
until he was no more-
now he sits upon his throne-
cloaked in ebony black shawls-
he waits down in the underworld,
waiting for your call-
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