O. Pluto! God of darkness and fear.
Why did you create me?
Make me so ravenous for control,
So blind not to see past my own desires?
Your Daughter pleads with to take her home.
I am not suited for this world.
I am apart from this world, yet of it all the same.
I perceive things no mortal can,
That only the heavenly children, my kindred, can achieve.
A gift of the mind; to play seer to a world of blind men.
But these games are getting tiresome.
Father of death and rebirth!
Your Child grows weak in a world that is not her own.
Each day suffocates the soul;
Mortality seeps through the skin, to take my birthright of godhood.
The rocks and dirt deafen my call to you ears;
You cannot hear my cry.
The Fates must see my demise, for I here them singing all around,
And I loathe them.
So I am left alone, alien to all that surrounds me.
Father, Pluto! Why have you forsaken your Daughter!