Dara in Hades

 

I can near imagine being one

Of those sad souls in Hades long constrained,

Forgetting everything but that I’m chained

And seeing there, where light has never run,

The gleam approaching of a living one,

And stirring with the other spirits, pained

By half-remembered hope where death has reigned,

We see your step and soft skin like the sun

And long for just a glance from your green eyes,

To find upon your face some recognition,

Some pity for our withered, dark condition

Or horror at our forms, or sick despise.

But witnessing such souls in misery dressed,

You turn and leave us, shrugging, unimpressed.