Dark land ruled by an odd mix

Sailing through the clashing waves

Deep, past the River Styx

Further than Cerberus' Cave 

There lies a princess of peace and torment

innocent among her narcissus garden 

in her hand, a pomegranate to lend

truly delicious and irresistible to all men

Among the throne lies a calamitous God

known to be stoic and unforgiving

He gazes upon his bride, truly awed

so thank for the blessed life he is living

A love no one understands, 

Not Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, or Demeter

bringing peace to all the lands

In the end it was always him and her.