The Bride of the Sun

The lands were green and alive again;

For Persephone humbled the meadows of the mortal.

Romance took roots and blossomed in the rain,

As they forged their names in the chapel immortal.

She wove magic in white as he held her hand and made her world spin.

Their passions were like an anchor less boat;

Their fingers entwined over loved marked skin.

Then melted her green eyes for the last word he wrote.

A maiden so fair was lost to the shadows;

For the coin of the city shone too bright.

The sweet summer breeze gusted for forgiveness at the windows:

But the villain of the veil had already left in the dark of the night.

The golden fields then witnessed a sight second to none;

Gone was the empty gaze, gone the browns locks undone.

The flowers of yellow sung of her battle won;

For she was the bride of the Sun.