I must admit,
I'm speechless.
Not even Apollo would understand.
You took my home away from me
in that very day you left.
You, my tragic liaison,
What have you made out of me?
A stranger in my kingdom,
one I ruled alone,
one that now belongs to you.
You were right.
It's all a void,
a void which needs its fierce Queen,
bringer of both,
Light and Destruction.
Come home,
my dear,
Come home to me.
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Poems Until We Kiss ||persephone & hades||
रोमांसAngry 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...
