Six seeds of fruit is all it took,
For me to be the queen of death,
From the ground above he shook,
To a land where only I have breath.
Forced from sunlight into darkness
By the bitter lord below,
The pomegranate seeds I ate
Mean his spite I will forever know.
My mother wept and cried aloud
In a sun-drenched meadow far above,
But alas her fair child could not be found
Despite her long enduring love.
I am the empress of lost souls,
The queen of those long dead,
And in this hell I have one role:
To harbour those who've bled.
But lo! I see the light once more,
And bloom, an earth-born flower,
I blink with fragile eyes now raw,
And I renew my springtime power.
So dance in the depths of Hades with me,
A lonely springtime child,
Stay long enough you're sure to see
That death's not worth your while.
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Waking Up Old Gods
PoetrySome poetry inspired by Classical writing, myths and heroes, because I can't make my own narratives to write about.
