Queen of ashes, queen of flowers
Mistress of the underworld, bringer of summer.
The duality of you is a microcasm
of the two thrones of Hades, one empty too often.
What good is being queen of the underworld
even if all are your subjects eventually
you are always beneth them. Always feared.
What use is there in being queen of flowers?
When your absence brings scorn on your name.
And a famine of compathy coats the ground.
Queen is less of a station as compared to lover.
He took you from earth, but now you return to him willingly.
Queen to the true king,
a good man, and his dual paramour.
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Odes to the Erotes
PuisiA series of Love poems focusing on understanding and exploring the many different kinds of love. Focusing first on the seven love gods, the Erotes, then on forms of love in the greek language, and finally in famous romances of the greek gods. This...
