The Frailty of Hades

 

 

I had an affair with Mephistopheles

 

Serenaded him under

willows

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

wept

when he tried to escape from me

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