WritingByCandlelight

AFTER LEAVING THE CHAMBERS, HADES HURRIEDLY WENT TO HIS.     As soon as he was inside, he slammed the door shut behind him. It echoed with a loud thud. A passing thought went through his head about Persephone hearing it, but he ignored it, cursing himself as he thought of her.     Why could he not get her out of his head? Why was it that every single time he closed his eyes, he would see hers?     It drove him mad, this unknown feeling. What was it? He remembered a time ago, when he had thought what he was feeling was love. That too, was an unknown feeling to him. He had seen it, certainly. He had seen the loved ones of the dead grieving

Cold winter night, starless sky A flickering light, reckless heart The spark began, strong at first, Digressed into a wavering flame Time went by, chilly wind blew The candle stayed alit No draw of breath, no lips of wintry blue Did extinguish the growing flame Summer came, then, and alas the flame grew Allowed words of the stars to flow into the night The flame a starry yellow hue Dreams of you in heaven’s light Frost came then, and the flame began to die Withering like the flowers of spring Covered in white snow as the morning sighed And was covered too, in the bitter clouds. The flame grew stronger, as I thought of you Of dancing

I am lost, Stuck wandering in an unfamiliar place. I am cold, Freezing and I cannot escape. I am alone,   My own conscience has forsaken me. I am dying, The life I never had in my blood fading.   I am broken, The shattered remains of my nonexistent life blowing away. I will never be afraid, for I am anonymous.