Not a DamsalUpdated at Mar 2, 2024, 15:35
I remember him. When he used to see me. When he would watch me dance in the fields. Under the twilight. In the blossoms growing in the snow. I remember him. I never felt more beautiful, more powerful, more perfectly me than when he saw me and wanted me. When he chose me. A God and he chose me, and I chose him. Under the orange glow of the moon, the land littered with turning leaves and white snow. Blossoms budded on the trees and at my feet. The sound of music was in the air. He always brought music with him, and the cold. A winter of magic. In the only world I had ever known that's where it all happened. That's where I met Hades. Voice so smooth. It hummed in my ears. It called me. His skin was so soft. His touch was so forceful as he danced me into a new rhythm, our rhythm, his rhythm. Right through the gates of the Underworld. Where he made love to me. For so long he loved me. Hard and rough and I begged for more and he gave it. I was at his feet and I have never left. I wonder if he will ever let me off my knees.So much time has passed in the throws of love, and now in the depths of my loneliness. The only light I have now to look at is in my memory. Under the glow of that orange moon on the first night we met. I am his Goddess. I am his Queen. I am his Wife. He chose me. I have to say this everyday to remind myself, but now it just feels like empty words falling on empty ears. Hades doesn't hear me. He doesn't even see me. I can't even see myself anymore. In these crystal gowns, in this icy underground where not one blossom grows. Where there is no love to be found. At least not for me. Hades' love can be heard through the halls of our palace as well as the women he brings home. I just want him to see me again. I want to feel that feeling. The feeling of being loved for being me. That's why I am doing this. That's why I must leave. He will chase me. He will remember he needs me, wants me like I want him. That he can't live without me. That he loves me, and he will find me. Under the orange moon, amongst the blossoms, in the world that I have missed so much. There he will see me again. The only problem is no one but Hades ever leaves the Underworld, and even then he can only leave during the winter. It will take everything in me to escape, but I would rather die getting back to what we had then to live in this frozen hell alone for the rest of eternity. Making it to the edge of The City of Tartaros won't be the problem. I can go anywhere I please. Hades won't even notice. Through the blackened brick roads, under the weeping buildings, and frozen trees I will walk. I will be welcomed, praised by my people. Thorny vines will be thrown at my feet. I will be remembered. An easy trail for him to follow when he comes for me. I will board the boat alongside my oldest friend, Charon. I will take the ride across the River of Acheron that I have taken many times before. Where I would hold the hands of the unwilling souls that would cross through to the Underworld, but this time I will not return with them. I will face Cerberus at the tangled iron gates of The Underworld. If there is any hope for Love in this world or the next I will survive. If the Gods are willing I will survive.