The Day of Night Became

 

 

 

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Cast aside from his own realm
Hades wept
Centuries mere seconds now in retrospect
The home of the dead had been his own dominion
Three demigods personal minions
His reign was unchallenged
His title esteemed
Stern and unyielding
Were how he was seen
Howbeit, this king only wished for a queen
To sit atop pedestal
Relish the scene

 

For He would turn mountains to dust just for She
Slaughter the skyline and savage the seas
Bleed in her name
Bid She feed from each vein
Court madness with gladness
To kindle her flame
One single aim
To delight in the flight
Of his infinite war bride
– Persephone –

 

The heavens missed this angel
Yet, She spared no mortal thought
For fraudulent lessons the elders had taught
Had She ventured forth with but a shred of sped remorse
Then the realm of the dead would have bled her by force
Beneath the red maple
She waited e’er patiently
Such was the grace of She
Crops bloomed in spacious glee
Wielding the sheaf of grain famed by her kinsmen
The Bride of Spring favoured the shade
On this day
And with that, her pale flesh then commenced to decay

 

Hades had ne’er witnessed such divine sight
More sacred than narcissus and cypress combined
This was no subject
No trinket deemed slight
But unending splendour personified
Pirithoüs would soon forget he wished her for his bride
For He would not condone the chaperone of another
The only lover worthy of the throne by his side
Was She for whom he felt obliged to suffer
Hers was no abduction
No false treaty to be signed
The flowers in his bones had ne’er been so keenly resigned
To dressing the bloom of a creature of light
Than to She of birdsong infinite in twine

 

There were no forbidden fruit
This was no hidden ruse
Heretofore, no persuasion his thoughts didst peruse
No fear of being born again with no life left to lose
No clear line of sight inclined to moralistic views
This was epiphany
Most legendary truth
Persephone was e’er to be his muse
Unforeseen by scripture
Holy writ or other necromantic literature
Romance died that very night
Midst darkening of light
Yet, Hades and Persephone
Survived.

 

Suddenly, the dark commenced to pain his changing eyes
To servants of twilight estranged over time
Ten thousand blades pierced heavy flesh on his bones
And nowise did the flower garden grow
Withering the harvest he had harnessed as his own
He perched one final time upon his unbelonging throne
Longing for the absolution not entombed dismissal
The dust and scratch unmatched as bones of groan became then brittle
Playing second fiddle to the hammer and the sickle
He made his abdicated throne official

 

Cast aside from his own realm
Hades wept
Centuries mere seconds now in retrospect
The home of the dead had e’er been his own dominion
Howbeit, this king only wished for a queen
To sit atop a pedestal
Embellish hellish scene
Fashion sweet passion incendiary
Sweet seraph of smouldering pinion
Critically, this led to split opinion

 

Persephone was destined for the throne reserved in kind
The pomegranate Hades had consumed was hers to pride
‘Twas He who bled forbidden fruit
Undeclared of hidden ruse
His bride had died to teach him how to feel, not think for two
Their love was doomed
In her opinion
Infinite
In his
And thus, She saved the life of Hades with last parting kiss

 

Breathed him back into the skin
Forsaken inclination
To feel the rays of day’s embrace
Recline beneath red maple tree
Forevermore, would wait for He
E’er patiently, in kind
One fine day upon a time
To bid reprise the darkening of light
Cast aside from his own realm
Hades wept, in kind
Cursed with blackened eyes now blessèd white
And this is how the day became of night.

 

 

 

 

 

Richard Charles Stevens

 

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

 

 

 

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1 Comment

  1. The last verse, a perfect summary.I love this:

    The Bride of Spring favoured the shade
    On this day
    And with that, her pale flesh then commenced to decay

    Your work never ceases to bewilder me with amazement.

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