This meadow is sickening me,
I love the smell of flowers
and the touch of the Sun,
but I can't help and feel weak
without your touch inside my bones.
You gave me the power my beauty required,
You, the eldest of the Gods,
The evil, uncorrupted, ancient Hades,
You fell on your knees for me.
You're waiting for me
just like a mortal awaiting its demise,
and I'm waiting for you,
just like you're waiting for shadows to near.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Until We Kiss ||persephone & hades||
RomantikAngry 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...
