Persephone's Lure Poem by Dan Reynolds

When time and tide have been denied
the chance to dance and regain pride
from lips that have so often lied,
I'll wait, I'll watch, I'll grieve.

When every story has been told
When all the warm bloods then run cold
When fractures festoon every mould
I still may not believe.

A frozen wish within my core
locked in the puss for evermore
a crusted scab around a sore
your final spell you weave.

How low can love belay this heart
a prisoner of a worthless art
Would I had known this from the start
I may have still been so naive?