Letter to Hades - by Percy

Letter to Hades

Chaste ballerina upon the keys of a piano,

eye of a hurricane, chanting soprano.

Oh my love, how much shall you bear?

Consume my heart with despair,

my intestines to smear, it's there.

It's truly all there.

Although it appears vacant, cruel,

your duel inside, your pride

is vain.

This pain, all this pain, your reign,

shall not be home of fright

nor capable of escaping sight,

towards the night, where bloom is gone

embrace the tender upcoming dawn.

Will you rise like the sun,

will your peace come undone,

dewy eyes of yours

as the spring rises afresh

you crumble and crash,

was that meadow false all along?

It's all wrong. You look around,

they stare, the sound — it's a hound.

It howls and yowls your name,

this losing game, what does it matter

in a place where you shatter

just from the chatter?

The quieter, the better.

Pirouettes over the strings of your heart,

this melliflous love, the tune breaks me apart.

Alive silhouette, bring wound, threat, and sweat

to this maiden with no motive left.

Will not speak but gaze, that will do,

I blaze by the means of you, my dearest.

Feast over my lavish passion, be sincerest,

facing immense splendor

no complaints will be conveyed,

not ever in such way — from love

— have I decayed.

Beneath your terror, the mayhem,

the solitude, interlude of one's mirror,

keep a slave of a fruit of fiery fervor.

You bewitch me, love, it's you I adore,

leave me yearning for more, I beg —

don't ever shut your door.

Fondly, undeniably yours,

Persephone