Doomed From The Start

Eldest son of them all

How was I the first to fall?

Alone I sit, inside this tomb

An overwhelming sense of doom

A first born son should be celebrated

Instead I was the first used for satiation

This does not bode well for future endevors

(If I can ever get my act together)

They called me Hades man of pluck

Although I feel I have run out of luck

Alone I sit, inside this tomb

Hoping someone will save me soon.