For Hades is the king of the underworld and the dead, the place erebus,
The one that holds scythe and sword
His world has no light, no warmth,
His heart stays cold through all the storms.
Heavy is the heart of a king
Bulletproof, made of steel,
His heart loves everything
All his subjects,
As his kin.
But the heart of a man,
It's fragile, only flesh throbbing within
And it loves a maiden,
A maiden is the only one it loves.
The king walks on the earth, with his steps slow,
Flowers wilting, earth shaking below
But suddenly the air changes,
The most callous heart turns benevolent.
There she was, Persephone, picking flowers in her garden,
Wind gushing around her hair
The sweet fragrance of nectar oozing off of Kore,
Sun inundating in her glory, a sight to behold.
And suddenly Hades was only a man.
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Heavily inspired by Hadestown.
