who was a sitting in a gibbering heap,
the half-eaten apple clutched tight
in its cold hand. Past the red-hued
obsidian halls of Hades’ unforgiving,
cold palace. All the way to the edge
of the Forest of Silence, where the scale
of unknown dangers and the snake-headed roots
made me stop. Finally,
I fell to my knees and sobbed.
‘I’m Sorry’
I was so deep within the moors of my grief
I had not heard Thanatos approach.
Even though the forest was a vacuum
of such deep silence that even a twig
cracking far enough away was amplified
till it echoed within your head.
I turned at his words, and saw
he had removed his hood.
His hair was dark like his mother’s,
but shorn close to his scalp.
He rubbed his head slightly,
almost an uneasy action,
and then said again,
‘I am sorry you did not find
the answers you need.’
I stifled another sob out of pride
at his words and looked up at him.
‘I will survive.’ The words were colder
than I intended them to be,
but he nodded without flinching
