The conquering darkness announces his arrival
Serpents trailing down in his path
Now, Seated on his magnificent golden throne
Time freezes to bow
His elegant gestures, summoning the sinners
Plays with their grief and pain indeed
Wailings, Wailings, his favorite piece of music
Tears are his holy water
Haunting nightmares are his Bed time stories
His unspoken words are definition of truth
Fear his favorite sensations
He seem to kind hearted,
For he never troubles anyone with troubles
He can never be conquered
As his frozen golden heart pumps immortal blood
The mystique character of his mystifies everything
A warning is always passed to the children of the mortal
As he tends to mess with their souls
For he is Hades – The lord of Death