The feast is fruitful
Berries and khaki
Sweet ambrosia and
Peaches, Hades sits on
His throne in one of his
Moods, his eyes watchful
His heart still unsatisfied
He gave me everything I
Never imagined till my lips
Tasted the richness of foods
A human is fooled to try, I had
Become a prisoner of a world
Underneath the earth Gaia gifted
Us, I walked in caves where screams
Had reached their every wall, they
Were tortured, miserable souls Hades
Ruled over, where would they go after
Blackness entered their eyes and air
Left their lungs, blood flowed no more.
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PoetryPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
