Heavy in heart is the heart of the king
King of iron, king of steel
The heart of the king loves everything
Like the hammer loves the nail
But the heart of a man is a simple one
Small and soft, flesh and blood
And all that he loves is a woman
A woman is all that he loves
And Hades is king of sad and the sore
He covers the world in the color of rust
He scrapes the sky that scars the earth
And he comes down heavy and hard on us
But even in the hardest of hearts on heartache
Suddenly when he saw her there
Persephanie in Idiomas garden
With sun on her shoulders
And wind in her hair
The smell of the flowers
Which she held in her hand
And the pollen that fell
From her fingertips
And suddenly Hades was only a man
With the taste of Nectar upon his lips
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