Greek Mythology : H A D E S
the laughter of a hundred souls echo empty in the halls
beauty they say, beauty and wisdom and music,
are the temptations of existence
why then do a thousand fireflies not illuminate the void?
the roads and white and airy, there’s no room for that lonely child
hollow and broken; shunted aside
lonely with everlasting whispers ringing in his ears
how could he, cold and shivering, feel the heat of heavenly light,
pressed against the translucence of his skin?
and yet, and yet, not a trace of discourtesy graces his lips
for there is music in the silent wind swaying,
privy to the darkest secrets unbeknownst to the beholder,
filling the ghost king’s shadow-woven soul.
he is the morning mist; he aches for a final taste of dawn,
ethereal and insubstantial in the quest for sunlight