Death's Delight

Persephone dances through the meadow, her unkempt curls streaming out behind her like a russet waterfall; her green eyes alight with the fire of youth.
She throws back her head and sings a prayer, her voice surpassing the calls of songbirds and the gentle gurgle of the stream.
When she laughs, the landscape rejoices, basking itself in her bliss. She never frowns, but if she did, trees would instantly wither, the stream would halt its happy laughter, and the birds would cease their chorus.
She is the very heart and soul of the earth. Her smile is the summer heat, her hair is the autumn leaves; her breath is the dawn of spring.
But Winter is coming, biding its time to entice and corrupt.
Hades is watching.