sunrises before he lost his breath.
So this was how they measured
their lives, in the span of sunrises
and moonsets.
There were tales of parents
who lost their children,
and lovers who lost each other.
But a thread ran through all,
and that thread was named love.
When asked if they would
ever want to live again
they all said they would
if only to know love once more.
The Asphodel Fields
and their eternity of spirits
were my education on mortals
but most of all
on love.
War Seen Through Different Eyes
War is different
for those who are finite.
I learned this from
the stories mortals told me.
Immortals lived past it
yet mortals saw war as an ending.
To us in the Underworld,
every ending was a beginning.
If you were fortunate enough,
you awoke in the verdant green
of the glowing Elysian Fields,
