A servant peers upon the dinner party with trepidation.He fidgets in place as he tries to figure out the best way to interrupt his Lord and Lady, deliver his important news without letting the guests know that there is a problem in the realm.He looks over the assembly noting that tonight it is a small party, just his dark-clad lord, his lovely bride in brown and burgundy and their guest who is rather painful to look upon.
As you carve those pumpkins,as you dress in costume,as you trick or treating go,as you seek entertainment,as you avoid the wild shades,do not forget to raise a glassto the departed Persephone.Tonight at the witching hour,the gates of the Underworldclang loudly shut with dread finality.Closing securely within not only herbut also the restless dead.Do not forget to raise a glassto the patiently brooding Hades.For his love has returned to his armsafter a lengthy, lonely separation.Do not forget to raise a glassto Demeter the mourning mother.May her lament be not too harshupon her mortal children.Do not forget to raise a glassto your beloved dead.May they rest peacefullyuntil their time of return.Raise a glass and be thankfulthat you are not with themin the dark realm of below.
I’m told that I have a thing for the “bad boys” of the Greek pantheon and maybe that is true. Yet it is because I see past their “popular” labeling to someone worthy of my attention and respect. So let me tell you about the bad boy that seems to surpass even Ares. He is the ultimate freak out for some people. Haides, God of the Underworld.