𝐀 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤
𝐀nd in the darkness of the night
and in the light of the sun
we grow, we blossom, we love
we love, we shrivel, we burn.
we grow but we do not learn
the dance of the world on the edge
we blossom but we do not know
how the world feeds us revenge.
this may be the ballad
of how the night itself
fell unto his knees in front of the spring
but their story was not one without a farewell.
so sing the song of Hades and Persephone
their love, a symphony sung around the lands,
yes, they were gods in love,
but their Fate was out of their hands.
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