'Speak quickly! or a quarrel between us

Must rise, and the event will be, that I

Shall hurl you into dismal Tartarus,

In fiery gloom to dwell eternally;

Nor shall your father nor your mother loose

The bars of that black dungeon—utterly

You shall be cast out from the light of day,

To rule the ghosts of men, unblessed as they.

#exile #family conflict #mythic allusion #percy bysshe shelley #underworld

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