Dazzling dryad picking Narcissus,
Yet you picked my heart.
Left with no choice,
But to take you in the depths of the dark.
Demeter's mourn is my bliss,
Ended all my lonely years,
Ecstatic but might be in tears.
I adore you my Persephone,
I'll flip the universe if you'll be gone.
Six pomegranate seeds,
Tantamount to months with you.
Your suffocating creed,
Forced love, we will never grow.
Time goes by and I figured it out.
The mythology told,
The image made.
Stern, aloof, and pitiless,
However possess warm embrace.
In the soul of shadowy prospect,
In the heart of coldest realm.
I found light,
In the shape of death.
