Persephone's Victory

March 30, 2011
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Persephone am I shut tight within

no ray of light doth caress my pale brow

The wanted golden beams upon sad skin

will not come; this Hades cannot allow.

Seeds six took I unthinking yet to live

apart from open sky, and flowers bright.

They wither lacking that which I might give.

Too weak am I against his robust might

but he cannot hold me in his cold hand.

The tender buds begin to bloom on earth,

when I go free, not under his command.

I touch the barren soil, from whence comes birth.

These days are not all thine, Hades, since I

walk still and give earth life, beneath a sky.

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