A Tribute to Hades and Persephone

An enchanted arrow struck the cold heart
Of death’s King
Onyx eyes soften to grey
As he glance upwards
Not towards glorious Olympus, instead
At the sight of a warm Goddess

A mighty King, God, and One of three
Brought to his knees.
Lonely King whose name is feared
To be spoken
Judge, juror, prosecutor, and ruler
Of souls.
Death is his kingdom

Keeper of cold jewels, valueless
To spring
Giver of life misplaced among death.


A flower though the key that
Unlocked the ground
A flower brought life to death
His heart bled Crimson red
As the seeds, six, four, or three
Bonded spring below the ground
As dark as the living world above

Icy tears that have covered the lands
Cold grief blocked the sun
Trees dead and bare
When the leaves fell with the Goddess
And captured the last colors of Life.

The Dead’s King’s love
Eventually returned Spring, but
Near or far, even separated by a veil
They were still in love

Every year, leaves re-enacted
A Goddess’s first descent into Hades
The marker of Darkness and Lights reunion.
Maiden no more
A king alone no longer
The destroyer of light
Queen , wife, and companion she became.-