Celestial Confessions

Crimson Seeds

Oh, mother dearest, how I love you so. You have done only what was in my best interest, keeping your pearl safe from the errors of man. I have been wooed by two worthy suitors of our own majestic blood, only you turned them away, Apollo and Hermes, their gifts—an exchange for my hand—rejected. And so, my dear Demeter, you stole me away to be hidden from man's company forever. You created a world brand new where trees grew ever upward and roots dug deep. The words you spoke to me that day still ring clear in my mind: "Oh, my little pearl, here is a land all your own." You told me that in this holy place, where flowers grow and dreams flourish, I could become all I've ever wanted to be.

Oh, mother dearest, I was happy there. I spent my time with the nymphs, in all their lovely forms, but even they could not protect me from what was to come. You told me once of a place I should never go, a place of torment and suffering, unbearable to name. You warned me of a man far worse than the rest, a man so twisted.

He looks at me unafraid, with anger in those icy blue eyes and I wince at their cruelty. But, I can't seem to find an inch of bad in them for his anger is never at me, but at the world which has done him such injustice. Oh, mother dearest, I pray and I pray that you might see it too. There is kindness inside his tormented soul, if only you would look past his icy facade.

Oh mother, dearest, I am not the story you have been told. Gone is the helpless girl with diamonds in her eyes. She was a saint, a goddess divine. I understand it is easier to believe that she was overpowered by the forces of evil. But my dear Demeter, don't you see? I made Hades run to me. I placed those crimson seeds upon my tongue with a smile; I steered the carriage that galloped into darkness upon my own free will.