116. The Palace of Hades
The Palace of Hades
was deep in the heart of the Underworld.
It was said to be a thing of both beauty
and great fear.
The towers were made of volcanic glass,
cooled from Tartarus
where my father was held captive.
Onyx halls gleamed
with a blood-red moon’s glow
that lit up the torches.
It was said that on the eve of curses
and wars, Hades cast this bloody gleam
across the moon as warning.
It was also said his throne was made
of bones and skulls from the evillest of mortals
pieced together.
They said every mortal soul
that made up this throne
was forever trapped in agony.
It was this room I had to visit
if I was to meet the Fates,
and ask them… what?
I did not know. I just knew, I must go.