You've brought me to my knees.
My kingdom I offered to you,
and for you it's awaiting.
Your mother shall cavil about me,
but she cannot deny
you as my bride.
I take all her fury upon me,
None should touch your golden sculpted skin,
You are no foolish child,
my love,
You are my bringer of death.
Come home to us,
our Mistress,
your entire kingdom is grieving.
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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...
