64 Partes Concluida Mother, let me tell you a secret
Your flowers always died in my hands
And I hated being the goddess of spring
Something you could never understand
And I know how you see me
Your broken, corrupted child of light
But mother, I wanted pomegranates and death
I craved the cruel shadows of the night
Mother, the god of the dead loves me
He bows before me on his knees
He offers me a crown of thorns
And calls me his queen
And maybe you did love me, mother
But he loves me, darkness and all
He knew that I was meant for more
Than being your silly, fragile doll
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"Aren't you afraid of my darkness, cara mia?" Hades asked with mischief in his eyes.
"No, mon cher." Persephone replied, "You haven't seen mine yet."
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@madebyrach , 2023
