• I see you, Hades, sitting in your ebony thrown,
    jewels sparkling as radiantly as they could in the dark of the underworld.
    You know it's dark.
    As are your feelings.
    You feel as alone as the ocean deep.
    Your self-esteem is lower than the depths of your own hell.
    Your grudges don't budge when you wander the underworld.
    You are mysterious,
    for you do not show your true emotions.
    Cerberus, the dog of the underworld,
    too, is mysterious.
    Are his auxiliary heads
    indeed his own pups?
    We do not know.
    Same with your emotions.
    We want to know these things.
    But we won't
    unless we are shown them.
    We need you to show us
    what you feel
    and what you think.
    Why are you so possessive
    that you fed Persephone
    the seeds of the pomegranate
    so she would have to come back?
    Were you afraid?
    Afraid of being alone?
    You shouldn't have been.
    People do care about you.
    If nobody loved you,
    then why did your brother,
    Zeus,
    allow you to take Persephone
    down to the underworld?
    Do you think he was scared of you,
    like even the Olympians were scared of Cerberus
    with his mane of serpents
    and a dragon's tale?
    Your mind alters certainty
    Because of lack of live contact.
    You need to get out more often
    instead of trapping yourself
    in the underworld.
    Confining yourself to one place
    is a weakness.
    It keeps you in line
    and loyal,
    like Cerberus is to you,
    but it hurts you.
    You are not one of the dead.
    You can leave the underworld
    whenever you please
    or need.
    You do need.
    You need to let your hair down
    out of that helmet of invisibility.
    Eliminate your exclusion from people.
    Kill it,
    and may it come down to the underworld
    as nothing more than a dead spirit.
    Please, oh please Hades,
    share yourself with us
    so that you regain a healthy mind,
    you lose your horrid depression,
    and your need for such possession.