“He’s the king of the dark, mother dear
But he bows to me
Calls me Queen, loves me darkly
Whispers things in my ear
I know I’m in love, with this dark king
Because he rules the Underworld, and
He bows to me.
I wasn’t dragged, I ran, forced I was not.
I never wanted white pearls and pink roses
More like black calla lilies and obsidian floors
He gave me a kingdom
And much more, trust me mama
He bows to me, I say the word,
And that mortals dead
There’s a reason my name is
Persephone
You should ask Hades why
I’m not Kore anymore.”- Persephone