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The Gates of Erebus
Spawned from the deepest parts of the guts of Chaos
Spit forth into existence, made from lasting winter
Madness in the dead of night at the eve of Titan’s light
Revelry in arts of death, a brittle splinter
I am the cold bite of shadows
Creeping in your bones and plight
How can there be a dawn
In the heart of perpetual night?
The bane of Aether, casting spells in the darkness
Brother to the dead master in bodies slow decay
I have seen the Titans fall at the foot of Olympus
Forged in the blackest armor, the helm of Hades
I come alive at the dawning of tragedy
Dread born of childhood tears, untold tears
The gates of Erebus open just for me
I am the listener to childhood fears
Childhood fears
...Remember me
Darkness incarnate, I am blacker than waters
The Styx churning at my passing across the sea
Currents smashing shores of Troy as Lord Poseidon trembles
The Moirai pine away as heroes bleed
Secrets shared in my company
Assassinate with shadow knives
How can there be a dawn
In the heart of perpetual night?
Fires are lit to warn off my offspring, agents
Casting the wisp of Nyx at the corners of the mind
Madness at the end of the light where Hypnos slumbers
I will embrace those asleep, I am night divine
Absolute, Darkness
I reign
Eternal, Shadow
I remain
I come alive at the dawning of mystery
Dread born of childhood tears, untold tears
The gates of Erebus open just for me
I am the listener to childhood fears
Childhood fears
...Remember me
Spit forth into existence, made from lasting winter
Madness in the dead of night at the eve of Titan’s light
Revelry in arts of death, a brittle splinter
I am the cold bite of shadows
Creeping in your bones and plight
How can there be a dawn
In the heart of perpetual night?
The bane of Aether, casting spells in the darkness
Brother to the dead master in bodies slow decay
I have seen the Titans fall at the foot of Olympus
Forged in the blackest armor, the helm of Hades
I come alive at the dawning of tragedy
Dread born of childhood tears, untold tears
The gates of Erebus open just for me
I am the listener to childhood fears
Childhood fears
...Remember me
Darkness incarnate, I am blacker than waters
The Styx churning at my passing across the sea
Currents smashing shores of Troy as Lord Poseidon trembles
The Moirai pine away as heroes bleed
Secrets shared in my company
Assassinate with shadow knives
How can there be a dawn
In the heart of perpetual night?
Fires are lit to warn off my offspring, agents
Casting the wisp of Nyx at the corners of the mind
Madness at the end of the light where Hypnos slumbers
I will embrace those asleep, I am night divine
Absolute, Darkness
I reign
Eternal, Shadow
I remain
I come alive at the dawning of mystery
Dread born of childhood tears, untold tears
The gates of Erebus open just for me
I am the listener to childhood fears
Childhood fears
...Remember me
Published 19th Aug 2014
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19th Aug 2014 3:09am
19th Aug 2014 3:51am
thanks, Gabe. For some reason, I was thinking of Kamelot when I wrote this
19th Aug 2014 3:52am
19th Aug 2014 9:12pm
Powerful and ominous,I love the kick of the energy I'm getting from it.
Great ink,Hades.
Great ink,Hades.
20th Aug 2014 4:05am
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20th Aug 2014 4:59am
I'm listening to Men at Work and reading this piece at the same time. . .talk about a mind fuck! Sorry for the swearing. . .but this poem reeks of Greek myth from all four corners. You really outdid yourself with this one, Sir Hades! Loved it. xo, Devlin.
20th Aug 2014 5:28am
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