Dear
Persephone,
Your absence devours my heart like a
famished wolf delights his first meal after month and month of abstain from
eating. I feel like one of those wandering hopeless souls who stride along my
underground kingdom.
I’m rocked by the melancholy of
Charon crossing the Styx on his dark bark, singing a Lacrimosa which does not
yet exist. But any lullabies can help me to sleep. Any ghost whispers, any
agonizing moan, any tearful mother’s wailing, any human desperation have succeed
to appease my loneliness.
Do you enjoy the life out there? Do
you miss me? I neglect my King of Hell‘s
duties, thinking of you in this beautiful world full of happiness and
pleasures. How can I imagine taking you back in my cold, dark place? But am I
not Hades? I despise their wishes.
Why being immortal if I can’t be with you
forever? I don’t care about their laws and their obligations.
Sorry, I’m being rude but our separation
drives me insane.
Fortunately, your return is close.
The winter will cover the world from above of his freezing snow and you will
recover your throne. And nothing will interfere with our passion for four month
in our cozy home.
With
all my love.
Your
devote husband.
Hades.
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