Persephone Poem by Petra Novakova

The sweetest of Nature´s children, cunning as she was
Ensnared the loneliest God, invading his every thought
With her ethereal beauty, by her grace he was caught
His crown melted, pitch black beard burnt to fertile ash
For as long as he was able, he knelt beside her soft bed
Eons have passed, her brethren forgotten by all and yet
She, Persephone, rules over both the living and the dead

In the garden of shadows grey and green
Where fairies slumber and old men die
And the petals are vessels for memories
Of the world above that sleeps in white
A true villain at heart to all, Persephone
Lone flower heroically stands up for life
As her powers wane with the last morn
And the world bellow fades into shadow

As broken flesh knits itself back through sheer will
The one with the power over life and death sits still
In her kingdom of broken promises and lost dreams
Where wild berries grow among streams of peonies
The lost and the found have no love left for the living
Her subjects make no peace with the faithless mad
Forsaken by all to hide in the ruins of stars long dead

One becomes three and three become seven
Restless to dwell among its brethren of green
One dreams of succumbing to the rain and
Drinking wine in the fields of crushed leaves
Seven wake among the dead and living trees
Olden magicks locked within frail veiny leaves
Three chose a path never taken before for fear
Of losing what neither one nor seven can feel

Crowned with pearls of white gold, she walks alone
The pale Queen wielding power over death and life
Scatters the ashes of history on the coldest grounds
Letting long-forgotten tales sweep the truth away
As droplets of lily-white sparks follow in her wake
Restoring the world and granting peace to the past
So that the youth may live and die as mortals at last