Poetry

Persephone

I remember the dark hooves

their sound against the ground-

The chariot moving swiftly

as I tended to spring’s bounty.

Darkness covered me as I wept

the colorful world turning into an abyss-

In this world I felt frail

until I harnessed my power.

My body a weapon-

My voice a siren’s song-

My purity into knowledge-

My will became tempered steel.

Never will I stay a frail girl

I am a woman who knows her strength

her wisdom

her limitless potential.

Marrying my Hades gave me power

My demons are now my own

to forever hold and treasure

as they do my bidding.

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