Page 182 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

Hades’ Throne Room

Every throne room in this palace

spoke of the blood after which

they were created.

Hades’ throne room

was no different. Like him,

it was not opulent.

The only soft furnishing

was the black carpet

that led up to the throne

made of skeletons

and old bones dipped

in molten hematite so they shone.

The austerity made them stand out,

the three Goddesses in gold.

One maiden, one mother, one crone.

They sat at the foot of the throne,

a giant loom before them

that spun golden thread

as they sang to it.

I took in a sharp breath

as I recognized her.

The old woman

from the Asphodel Meadows

who gave me a tale.