"The Blowing Winds of Hades."

That strange feel...

That cold wind chill
that drifts through
your bones: I've been
here before and
know this place;

It's real

I look out of these
eyes and see the
worlds differently now

Somehow hollow,
empty; an echo
chamber of lucid
faded memories

Like being in a dream
state...
Colors paint the reality
and all semblance of
normality really means
nothing in this newly
re-awakened
consciousness

And the feelings are all
ones that are former and
comfortable; like an old
bittersweet love that you
return to, that everything
with, just fits

Familiar

Another time, another
shore as the lull of a
strange moon pulls at
my soul...

Gravitationally pulls
within and I feel her
influence and her winds
and am beginning to
discern their blowing
sound as to my intellect
they resound

"The Winds of Hades
Blows into our Spirits and
we hear their baleful rune
and feel their cold chills as
over our Souls they wash,
again and again until we
tempered by them, conform
to their every tune,"