Riches

Prayer for the greedy from the greedy can do no more than feed them.

For whom is your god?

To whom do you call?

'Tis it Hades?

For his riches bellow?

Are you fools?

For he turns a deaf ear to your persistent pounding.

And a blind eye to your glamour.

For even though you wished for wealth.

You'd rather carved it from man than work the ground yourself.

Even knowing Those rubies decay when gouged.

Though one cut from the earth can gleam with the brightness of the sun.

And last just as long.

You'd rather scrape out the crimson from another's chest.

With the glee of a child.

But it all will fade.

And fall back to the earth.

Back to the pits.

And with nothing in your hand.

And nothing in your hearts.

You will still need your silver to wade the river sticks.

Like every other mortal.

Author's Note

after researching Hades I found a lot of interesting things about him, and had an interesting thought about those that may pray to him.