Let me proclaim to the world the wrath
That took my soul on its raging path
To roam the shores to pillage and plunder
To strike with fury, like god of thunder
To send to Hell abundance of souls
Weeping maidens non can console
A temple loomed on the horizon, afar
A Maiden, beautiful like a shining star
Pearls adorned her hair, black
Was I supposed to worship her or attack?
She appeared like a vision, a distant dream
Suddenly I heard the whole world scream
The earth shook and mountains rumbled
The temple shattered, its columns crumpled
I drew my sword and took a breath
I was face to face with the god of death
He took the maiden hostage to his whim
My vision began to blur and dim
Hades sneered and bellowed a laugh
He shook his head and pointed his staff
Mortal, do you defy my divine will
To claim the maiden as my prize and kill
I am rage, I declared, I am thunder
I charged and broke his Staff asunder
I stabbed his heart and Blood gushed
The Maiden whimpered and slightly blushed
She gazed at me dazed and gasped
What have you done? She rasped
The fallen hero in her trembling arms
She was rescued and safe from harm
The world went in flames, a horrendous blast
Then it dawned at me at last
The wound in my heart profusely bled
I am the god of death, now dead
Maxwell O’ Reilly
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