During the funeral of my dear great-aunt,
A man comes with a weirdly odd smell
The perfume smelled like giant dogs and mud,
And samples of blood from hell.
"Are you the great god,Hades?" I asked with wonder
The least he could've done is smile.
Instead he turned away and bent
And started sorting through some files
The other people did not notice
The man or even his scent
When I sniffed again it smelled like roses,
And I wondered if I had dreamt.
At the end of the funeral I wasn't ready to go
I followed the stench as I trode,
I stood near my great-uncle and sobbed
Like the Styx our tears flowed.