From Hades, With Love.

Long lost lovers reunite at break
A world free from woes, a world without pain.

From every passing night to every blooming day,
The warmth of the sun distants itself from the age.

The embrace of the lovers blossomed the barren distraught Earth,
The petrichor moistened the wild heated loins and then it rained at last.

With the Grim lurking around as the slaughterer of lives,
The wretched world screamed into the cave of lies.

And as she walked past Lethe with peace in mind,
The rotten souls glared at her while he waited on the other side.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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