Like a shadow of a man
But the face of the devil
Hades is the name of which we do not speak
But for one whose name she knows all to well
We know him as the scourge of the Underworld
Persephone, a vegetation goddess, knows him as her king
Once hid away from all the deities
But the one known as Hades
Took matters into his own hands
Taken right from Mount Olympus
She sat in the Underworld
Without a hope of getting out
Until she was promised freedom
In the return of eating 4 pomegranate seeds
Domed to her ignorance she stayed there in the Underworld
Until the bright spring months of May