Thread by @AlexandraErin

My child set out the other day,
departed the underworld the usual way.
But there were shades to sort, titans to slay
and he learned how to walk just to get away.
He was talking to Nyx, and as he left,
he said, "You know I'm gonna find my mom, Dad.
Gonna find out why she left."

And the louts of Tartarus and the Asphodel, the rivers of flame and the hounds of hell.

"When you giving up, son?"

"I never will."

"You're stuck here forever still. You know you're gonna be here still."

My son reached Greece the other day,
he said, "Put down your spear, dad, and walk away. Can't we just talk for once?"

I said, "Not today. I got a cape to burn..." and he said, "C'mon, let's play."

But his feet never dimmed as he Divine Dashed. They said I'm coming after you...

You know I'm coming after you.

And the louts of Tartarus and Chaos Rooms, rivers of coin and the gods with their boons.

"When you giving up, son? And clean your room!"

"You know I'll find my mother soon. You know I'm gonna find her soon."

Well, he beat me to death the other day, so much like a god that I had to say, "I don't know what you mean, that didn't occur. But if you see your mom, tell her... that the dog was thinking of her."

And the louts of Tartarus and Elysium, freaking Lord Zeus and his Olympians.

"When you giving up, son?"

"I never have. I'm going to learn your secrets soon, old man. You know I'm banging half your staff."

I can never retire cause the Fates said "no heir",
my son Zagreus is still always there.
I said, I'd like to see you, if you don't mind.
He said, I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time.
See, my new job is hell and my boss is a bear,
but it's been sure nice talking to you, Dad

It's been sure nice talking to you.

And the louts of Tartarus and the Asphodel, the best king of Thebes and his bullfriend as well.

"When you giving up, son?"

"I never can.

You can't beat me no more, old man.
You're never gonna beat me again."

And as he picked up his spear it occurred to me: the boy was just like me.

He'd grown up just like me.

And the louts of Tartarus and the Asphodel, Chthonic Gods and Charon's Well.

"When you giving up, Dad?"

I just might, yet.

Lord Hypnos, mark the cause as regret.

(You really have to strain the emphasis of "Tartarus" for the meter, but needs must when the devil filks)

That is so far from perfect but I'm pretty happy with it for a whole song filk written on Twitter, on my phone, in bed.