Persephone
Old legend of woe:
A young flower maiden who
Was assaulted so.
Stranger comes along,
Wrenches her from this world and
Enslaves her below.
That tale is changing –
No more suffering, no sad
Tale of grief and loss.
A new tale unfolds,
One of mutual love. A
New Persephone.
Young Persephone
Humming, glides through the meadow
In great irony.
She fell in love with
Jagged scars and iron blades
Slash! Her life fades away.
She tumbles through weeds
And dead little flowers, falls
Early to her grave.
Awaking, who should
She find, but the god of the
Afterlife, Hades.
No more classes, no
More chores, no pain that’s ignored.
Lovely death lady.
Hades is grim, he
Doesn’t know what to say, but
Reaches out his hand.
He says, “Why have you
Chosen death?” She replies, “You
Would not understand.”
From that day, a love
Was born. Persephone was
Happy for a time.
But spring came again,
And she could not undo what
Was done blind. She cried.
Her tears fell below,
And golden leaves sprouted up
Like shining spires.
Blossoming, blooming
Fruits of all kinds. She took a
Bite from lush fire.
A pomegranate.
Blood-red orb, to restore her
Body and soul to spring.
So, for two seasons,
She returned to the surface,
The land of Living.
And for two seasons,
She traveled back underground,
To find Lord Hades,
Forever her love, standing by her side.