Persephone, glorious goddess, fair one with hair that flows like ripened grain, eyes that catch the clear blue sky, a smile sweet yet shadowed, O light-footed one who dances in flowered fields, I praise you. Persephone, lovely one who knows the feel of sun on skin, who knows as well the press of cold stone against warm flesh, in the world of the living, no maid is so alive as you. 
In the world od the dead, persephone, you reign as queen, crowned with riches unsurpassed, enthoned in slendor, honored above all others. Goddess, child of the earth, bride of the darkness, I honor you.