Hawkman
03-15-2010, 07:02 AM
Hades Lament
I am Hades, the underworld my realm,
My bride, Persephone, Demeter’s girl,
With me resides in hell until the spring,
When once again, in sunshine may she walk,
The land her bounteous tread to bless withal,
The sleeping earth from winter’s cold embrace,
To free, heralding the dawn of summer.
But I am Hades, the dead, my subjects,
And mortal men all owe this debt to me,
To know that here I rule, I’m not the place,
For ‘twas that ingrate Homer forged the lie,
When he said the underworld was Hades.
I made him pay, with Sisyphus he toils
And so will you, if you don’t get it right.
Hades’ Lament (revised)
I am Hades, the underworld my realm,
My bride, Persephone, Demeter’s girl,
With me resides in hell until the spring,
When once again, in sunshine may she walk,
The land her bounteous tread to bless withal,
To free the earth from winter’s cold embrace,
And so announce the latent summer’s dawn.
But I am Hades, the dead, my subjects,
And mortal men all owe this debt to me,
To know that here I rule, I’m not the place,
For ‘twas that ingrate Homer forged the lie,
That I and my dread kingdom are as one.
I made him pay, with Sisyphus he toils
As you will too, if you can’t get it right.
I am Hades, the underworld my realm,
My bride, Persephone, Demeter’s girl,
With me resides in hell until the spring,
When once again, in sunshine may she walk,
The land her bounteous tread to bless withal,
The sleeping earth from winter’s cold embrace,
To free, heralding the dawn of summer.
But I am Hades, the dead, my subjects,
And mortal men all owe this debt to me,
To know that here I rule, I’m not the place,
For ‘twas that ingrate Homer forged the lie,
When he said the underworld was Hades.
I made him pay, with Sisyphus he toils
And so will you, if you don’t get it right.
Hades’ Lament (revised)
I am Hades, the underworld my realm,
My bride, Persephone, Demeter’s girl,
With me resides in hell until the spring,
When once again, in sunshine may she walk,
The land her bounteous tread to bless withal,
To free the earth from winter’s cold embrace,
And so announce the latent summer’s dawn.
But I am Hades, the dead, my subjects,
And mortal men all owe this debt to me,
To know that here I rule, I’m not the place,
For ‘twas that ingrate Homer forged the lie,
That I and my dread kingdom are as one.
I made him pay, with Sisyphus he toils
As you will too, if you can’t get it right.