At Hades's Gate we'll meet again,
You'll turn to face me, like times passed when.
For you will never again be free,
The lord of the dead, my father is he.
At Hades' Gate we'll meet again,
You'll stand before me, a lesser men.
Bloodstained hands and war-hardened soul.
For you will never again be whole.
At Hades' Gate we'll meet again,
A death certificate done flourished by pen.
And at your side, a broken child,
Born of whom you left me for wild.
At Hades' Gate we'll meet again,
Very much to your chagrin.
There isn't much that you can say,
Not with my father standing in your way.
At Hades' Gate we'll meet again,
For how you once left me heartbroken.
My father's will to you forever be punished,
Your afterlife continues in bloodshed.
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Without The Glass Screen and Other Poems
PoetryAbout The Author: @auntiesatan, better known as Aimee, is a teen author with little-to-no experience in poetry, however she strives daily to improve all forms of her writing, starting with poetry. Her most successful poem to date, with 120+ likes on...
