Hades Poem by Richard Weissman

Razor-edged foliage tear into light,
Form plastic-faced images, clear and so bright,
Solidity melts in reality's flight,
As I stagger through Hades in shining dark night.
Mangled lifeless vines claw blood from my hands,
As mass change to hollow, and rock into sands,
Scent of charred humanity drifts through the air,
With lunatic passion I seem not to care.
For Hades is transient and illusory too,
So I laugh on bravely as told once to do,
With courage I stammer,
"I must persevere, "
And Godhead consoles with tears in its voice,
For my spirit lay vanquished as it whispered,
"No choice."