I sit upon my throne made of darkness,
I am known as the god who is heartless.
But little do they know of the lonliness that engulfs me,
The saddnes and depression that I just can't seem to break free of.
As I constantly watch the tortured souls in Tartarus,
I ponder who is suffering more
I or them.
They have lived their lives in happiness and in content,
Aside from the sins that brought them here.
They had a family and a home,
While I seem to have none.
For what use is a house that is empty.
I go by many names,
The Devil, Hades, and Lucifer.
Lucifer, or Luc for short,
I find the most ironic.
For I have never felt luc or lucky.
Sure I am the king of the underworld,
But whats a kingdom or a house filled with emptiness.
So as I sit back down on my throne of darkness,
In my empty home,
I let out an exasperated sigh.
I am stuck here for eternity,
Alone with my thoughts,
In this cursed House of Hades.