Her woe was always her melancholy.
Haunting her over a lifetime of dread.
Never touched by a hand of peace or love.
Forever vanquished within her soul.
This languishment of vicious abhorrence.
Banished, even before his conception.
His will to survive and instinct unebbing.
Goaded and browbeaten sully his life.
No kin to cry for the encumbering want.
Welfare, no heart carries for him.
A collision course of despair.
The twain shall conjoin in their collective misery.
In this, Hades himself hath no power.
In this, terra firma has built her stage.
Prophecy holds hostage these outcasts in love.
Written for: #OctPoWriMo2018 Day 16