The Frailty of Hades



I had an affair with Mephistopheles


Serenaded him under


that didn’t start weeping

until we graced them


He had bits of fruit

lodged into

that ashen heart of his


Pearl shaped beads

colored crimson

inside that orb


It didn’t hurt me

not once

when I plucked those

little buds full of incipience


They fall so easily


It was fickle

seeing the power

I thought he possessed


But that cruel little demon

was weak for devotion


An absolutely fiend

for spring blossoms

and amber locks

that had unknowingly became his gate


And dear old Cerberus


when he tried to escape from me

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