I would've ate it all,
be Queen of the Underworld for evermore,
if only I would've known.
I cry tears of pomegranate seeds,
one for each I didn't eat.
I think of you as I bloom a rose,
I think of your kiss
and the endless fields of asphodel.
Mama is angry,
She's mad at you,
I'm not as innocent as she believes,
Oh, not even half.
I thought I'm immortal,
that we all are,
but this title belongs to the void,
more ancient than even Gaia herself,
it never leaves us by oneself.
And I mourn,
my love,
I mourn for the void I left on my throne.
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Poems Until We Kiss ||persephone & hades||
RomanceAngry Gods separated them, but only for six months a year. Not a long wait for an immortal, but for a King driven insane by love, the longing felt lingering. So they wrote poems. Each passing month they would kiss a paper sheet. ~ a retelling of Pe...
