Persephone's Truth

You can't tell me that she hated

The King of the realm of Death,

Or that she didn't search for the path

That led to the Styx.

For I know she tamed Cerberus

And crossed the river with ease

With knots in her hair,

Doing as she pleased.

Persephone went down to Hades

With a smile on her lips

And a basket of dried flowers

Balanced on her hip.

She smiled when he told her

Not to eat the underworld's food

Or be trapped there forever;

Oh, how she understood.

For the innocence she carried

Was a veil so sweet and thin,

That they couldn't see that the flames in her eyes

Were looking for their kin.

She found pleasure in the darkness

Of a world of peaceful night

Where she could laugh wild and free

Without being told it wasn't right.

She became a queen of stars and cold,

A mercy to the pitiless souls, good and fair,

But a demon to those who deserved

Their fate, the darkest punishment there.

She loved the god who ruled the land

And stood by him with pride,

Leaving only half the year

To ease her mother's cries.

But every winter she returned,

With flowers dried and branches bare,

To decorate their home below

Where death and life could be united

With the tenderest care.