Pomegranate juices flow
Down her alabaster chin
Granting her the world below
For she chose a life of sin
Ululations of the dead
Her discordant symphony
Shadows sit atop her head
A dark crown of tyranny
Ceding her virginity
Unto a covetous god
She found an affinity
For her husband's dark façade
She was queen of the depraved
On a throne of ebony
An existence which she craved
But one marred by jealousy
Disdainful of her romance
And a countenance austere
Mother breaks apart their dance
As she claims her half a year
Far below, her husband waits
While maintaining their routine
For Hades is her achates
And Persephone his queen
Reunited once again
They distribute sweet despair
For it's hell they must maintain
And the queen is less than fair
Persephone was originally published in the Northeastern State University Writing Contest Collection / Volume 3, Fall 2018/2019.
