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.