I walk to the isolated ice hole and
jump, the air freezing the pain.
This land is my own.
I am Queen of this frozen wasteland.
The steps to freedom are invisible-
Slippery and scheming they taunt me.
It’s my fault I confess,
Get over him they reply.
The echo listens, talks, cries-
Dissolves.
A week passes, a month, a year.
His memory subsides, my heart flickers-
Coughs, and dies.
His voice lures me,
drawing me in
staining my skin-
I am branded.
He is my master.
Always, obedient and loyal.
This is my home,
My life and heart.
He is Hades.
© Heather R Ellis
December 2009