EmberGlacierWielder

Persephone's Return And just like that, The snow has melted away, Its wetness a dew on budding blooms. Demeter's promise, never broken. She will come again. And so she does: Her pale skin kissed by Helio's rays, Her eyes looking to Zeus' skies. She has returned to the budding blooms And her mother. But what was left behind: A husband of darkness, The realm of the dead, And their kingdom. The Underworld now behind her. At least, for now. In six month's time she will go back; That was the agreement. Persephone blooms in Spring, But returns to the shadows in Fall. Tears fill her eyes. "Oh darling, how I missed you!" She hears Demeter calling to her, Cheerful with the Alseids As the daughter of Prosperity returns to her. Yet, Persephone cannot help But long for her Lampades, How they kept her company Within the darkness, Understanding her fully. Now she sits among the evergreen. Demeter braids her hair as they sit, Catching up on old times. Persephone holds a blush blosom Delicately