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Persephone
Kore, oh sweet beautifier divine.
Thy Maiden of equine.
Fleet of foot in prepossessing dance in fertile verdure.
Casting colour on genus.
Your sweet wreath was caught by the alluring narcissus.
Then from 'neath your splendour came terror.
Sullen solitary Hades who drew such a bitter lot, lost himself so stubbornly in the comely form.
Oh, how he adored, the God of the dead who found life again.
Drawing closer in venereal temperament spying her in glowing fauna the horses thundered through.
Cerberus enthralled and came the spark of sin bourne from a sibling conspiracy .
Engulfed completely , an eclipse, she was taken to awaken in the underworld.
Kore no more, seeking release no sustenance taken so she would be able to reconvene in the over world.
Helios spoke and Hermes met to reclaim the lost but yet a plot not descryed.
Starving, wilting Persephone deceived partook of pomegranate seeds.
Her leucous locks wilted stygian and would remain for the months away.
In that passage the world and Olympus were in disharmony affected by frost and blight.
Offerings scant, even the gods were pained when Persephone stayed bound by law and the dark Queen grew.
Vigilant on the five rivers as souls passed through praying for Elysium.
While Acheron on earth persisted.
The ice clad world were seeds had failed.
Strips of unyielding mud surrounded by petrified colourless trees.
Entreties screamed went unanswered as nature vanquished the mighty Thunder God as emaciation lay waste to the human race.
Due to the emancipation of virginal Kore and Demeter.
Cries crawled up Olympus tormenting Zeus leaving the divine redundant in their gifts even their brightness diminished and couldn't penetrate the darkness or warm the frigid plains leaving the unprepared masses and the world in disarray.
But yay! The frost recedes the water begins to flow and behold the first shoots of green.
Grass, leaves and parsley.
For it is May, Virgo shines and roses grow.
As from the underworld in a horse drawn carriage rides Kore, the maiden once more.
Written by Son of Howarth (2017 from "Mythologies" collection)
Thy Maiden of equine.
Fleet of foot in prepossessing dance in fertile verdure.
Casting colour on genus.
Your sweet wreath was caught by the alluring narcissus.
Then from 'neath your splendour came terror.
Sullen solitary Hades who drew such a bitter lot, lost himself so stubbornly in the comely form.
Oh, how he adored, the God of the dead who found life again.
Drawing closer in venereal temperament spying her in glowing fauna the horses thundered through.
Cerberus enthralled and came the spark of sin bourne from a sibling conspiracy .
Engulfed completely , an eclipse, she was taken to awaken in the underworld.
Kore no more, seeking release no sustenance taken so she would be able to reconvene in the over world.
Helios spoke and Hermes met to reclaim the lost but yet a plot not descryed.
Starving, wilting Persephone deceived partook of pomegranate seeds.
Her leucous locks wilted stygian and would remain for the months away.
In that passage the world and Olympus were in disharmony affected by frost and blight.
Offerings scant, even the gods were pained when Persephone stayed bound by law and the dark Queen grew.
Vigilant on the five rivers as souls passed through praying for Elysium.
While Acheron on earth persisted.
The ice clad world were seeds had failed.
Strips of unyielding mud surrounded by petrified colourless trees.
Entreties screamed went unanswered as nature vanquished the mighty Thunder God as emaciation lay waste to the human race.
Due to the emancipation of virginal Kore and Demeter.
Cries crawled up Olympus tormenting Zeus leaving the divine redundant in their gifts even their brightness diminished and couldn't penetrate the darkness or warm the frigid plains leaving the unprepared masses and the world in disarray.
But yay! The frost recedes the water begins to flow and behold the first shoots of green.
Grass, leaves and parsley.
For it is May, Virgo shines and roses grow.
As from the underworld in a horse drawn carriage rides Kore, the maiden once more.
Written by Son of Howarth (2017 from "Mythologies" collection)
Published 9th Nov 2017
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