Hades

Banished into the pits of dust,

Reunited with all occult mystics

That detail he is a convicted threat

For sins he yet not has done.

All impressed at fearing the fear

That comes with the deepest of dark

To minister an S.O.S cry at night

To the society that may be compromised

By the truth which is a lie.

Words mobilized to put him down;

To strain his efforts before they come alight,

Storming the poisonous likes

Of the mystery in the mist.

Confusing his course to a curse,

Which he was not consulted with

Before his ‘not yet committed crimes’

Were convicted to the deep.

Manipulated by strange voices in the shade

That shutters his shame.

That shows the fulcrum of his creeping.

All this is according to his vision;

Is inhuman and improbable to be revealed.

Dreams come as red black stains

That condemns the minds of those

He converses with each day.

Banished souls to the deep.

The one whom is 'fear' for what?

We will never know.

His crimes despicable, but not yet seen

With the naked eye -

That nakedness of our befriending nature.

Tortured to sit in isolation

By the ones who stand as best

Within the eyes of humanity.