Poor Persephone
All alone
Had to eat the seeds
That trapped her soul
In the dark of the dead
With her sunken eyes
And her pale face
She is stuck alone
With only death
To comfort her
With her husband
Near her side
She faces the loneliness
Until the six months are over
Then she could be in the living
In the living
She is filled with laughter
With the sun raining down
Leaving Hades in the dark
Who looks on with jealousy
She eats and drinks
The healthy fruit
Far away from the gates of death
Where her Hades waits
For her living soul
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