I never wanted to be less than extraordinary.

I was the daughter of the King of Gods.

Intelligence and wealth surrounded our kingdom in abundance,

a goddess in my own right.

Yet one can look at me now and see

a little girl held captive.

Well believe me when I say

I plucked the seeds

of my own accord,

and Hades did not place this crown above my head.

Does duality not fascinate you?

It seems to captivate all.

Because I am both at once:

a maiden goddess of life with a pure heart of gold,

and queen of all that is dead.

I could bring you springtime

bursting with blinding rays of light,

the apparition of a heart.

But I will leave you with winter,

cold, dead, dreary-

a wasteland.

I am Persephone,

and once you are dead

I will be your queen.