A knot so tight,
Stuck in my throat,
Words of delight?
I laugh out of spite.
What do you want?
A familiar face now foreign,
Lost for meaning, judged often
By eyes that see sound, softened.
Mind so clouded,
Thoughts rushing, crowded
A parade of vivid dreams,
Strangely cheerful it seems.
Even maybe strangely sad,
Most considered it tacenda,
Broken sky leaking into meridian,
It fills us, the infinity of oblivion.
It has surely been a fascinating mystery to me as to why so many oppose and bear a disliking towards Hades, or simply portray him as the villain in nearly every book, film and story. Is his job not to just secure balance between the two worlds, and only merciless if humans — as cunning as they are — were to cheat him to escape from death, from the underworld? He is not evil, I assure and know of it. He surely is disliked but not many really knows as to the reason behind it. I can assure that no one really came to the realisation to ask why? No one ever really took a moment to think about him, he the oldest of all siblings, the one who boiled in stomach acid the longest, and again no one took a moment to think when he was ostracised by his own flesh and blood, his own family.
He is not evil, I assure and know of it.
Hades does not take souls, therefore he is not death but the ruler of the dead. He rules what is sent to him. He is known for his firmness yes, but he is also fair. Western production try hard to turn Hades into a powerful dark character, however, when glimpsing into reality he is the sweet, awkward one who probably writes poetry in his own time. Being dark and gloomy by nature must not make one bad or evil. How can one not trust who owns a dog?
When provided by a choice to either become the ruler and God of the skies, of the sea or everything underneath, he simply watched as his brother turned against each other for the first two, hatred captivating their hearts, thus saw the last option as a means of escape. He was smart, he thought outside the box and was well aware of the potential of the extent of what could come under his rule; all of the jewels and metal, and was he to ever to embrace the darkness, every human would become his eventually, thus leaving him with and army, making him the strongest.
No one ever really took a moment to think about him, he the oldest of all siblings, the one who boiled in stomach acid the longest, and again no one took a moment to think when he was ostracised by his own flesh and blood, his own family.
His realm would be the most vast, subjects the most numerous, without a doubt out numbering his two brother, and wealth beyond any measure. Well aware of the fact that when the time was to come ahead he could effortlessly take the other two realms for himself.