Author's Note: This is the first poem I have attempted since primary school, so please don't be mean. This is really the story of another god, though I have tagged it under Hades and Hypnos. Sorry. I felt the need to do this to relax myself in advance for my next exam in a few hours. So far two exams done, eight more to do! WISH ME LUCK!

Simply inevitable

Tall, dark and lean he stood,

The winged man walked the streets of Greece.

He was truly not a man at all,

But an ominous god you pray not to meet.

He was not good, nor was he evil;

He was simply inevitable.


Though no one could ever know his intent,

Townspeople still took caution.

This god was not here to find a mortal,

This god was not here to amuse himself,

For only business was on his mind.

He was not good, nor was he evil;

He was simply inevitable.


With serious eyes, he looked through his list,

Not a single name was to go unmissed.

But this was not Christmas,

And he was not a fat elf bringing presents,

That holiday was yet to be invented.

He was not good, nor was he evil;

He was simply inevitable.


He was companion to the Moirae,

AKA the Fates.

The next on the list was slowly slipping away,

He could not be saved-

It was far too late,

The god was taking his life

He was not good, nor was he evil;

He was simply inevitable.


The closer the god came to the man's doorstep.

The more of

The man's

Life

Drained

...Away

He was not good, nor was he evil;

He was simply inevitable.


And as, as many times before,

He could feel the Fates at work.

The correct string was located,

The scissors were picked up.

With no sign of remorse,

Snap

With no sign of regret,

Dead

He was not good, nor was he evil;

He was simply inevitable.


Invisibly he walked through the door,

Mourners wailing everywhere.

But they were of no interest to the god,

He searched for the long lost spirit,

A translucent figure stood over a newly made widow,

He was who the god was looking for.

He was not good, nor was he evil;

He was simply inevitable.


The god stretched out a helping hand,

But the ghost took a step back in fear.

"I am afraid it is your time" the god said,

The shade of the man nodded sadly.

He knew the identity of the god,

Hand in hand, the god's black wings were outstretched,

In a blink of an eye, they descended in the Underworld.

He was not good, nor was he evil;

He was simply inevitable-

Death Personified.


Author's Note: So this chapter was really about introducing the main character, though he is yet to be named. If you knew your mythology well, you would know the name of this god. Message me if you know! And please REVIEW!