Died in her dreams and walks through hadean every day.
Trespassing foreign yet familiar lands.
Stumbling upon people with hearts and minds shackled.
In the middle of nothingness ,
stands the palace of hades ,
portraying the grandeur of azreal,
wrathing people for their sins .
A/n : this poem is incomplete cause when the next day i came to complete this one that feeling with which this was started was gone. hope to end this soon.
