Poetry by Rowan Evans

“Hades”
By Rowan Evans

I sit upon a throne of bone and shadow,
crowned in silence, cloaked in sorrow.
The weight of death upon my shoulders,
yet the only thing that truly haunts me—
is the ghost of you.

The River Styx wails in endless torment,
its voices a symphony of suffering,
yet none cry out my name like you once did,
soft as the petals of the flowers you once loved.
Now, they wilt in my grasp, turning to ash.

I reach for you in the hollows of the dark,
but my hands close around empty air.
Persephone, my light, my ruin, my longing—
gone with the sun,
leaving me stranded in this endless night.

The dead still kneel before me,
but what is a king without his queen?
What is a god,
if not just another prisoner,
chained by a love that no longer lingers?

Let the world above bloom in your wake,
while I remain here, among the forgotten.
For I am Hades, ruler of nothing but loss,
the lord of the unloved,
forever longing for what was once mine.