Hades : Writing

HER.

HER.

A Story by Hades


Take a seat and as you know, there of course , a story will unfold. She at first, was my world. Feelings I thought to be true were unfortunately not ..
Primal

Primal

A Poem by Hades


The gentle breeze brushes my fur.The moon, hidden from me, locked away tight.The primal me wants run. Im torn in two.The other me wants to sit and be..
Does it Hurt.

Does it Hurt.

A Poem by Hades


A seemingly simple feeling.