The Myth Of Innocence (Ballad Of Persephone)

'The girl who disappears from the pool
 will never return. A woman will return
 looking for the girl she was.'
                    -Louse Gluck


She is too loved, one might say,
to know darkness;
too much a mother, a child, her fields
too fertile to know Winter.

But, she can't know Winter
when she is removed of it--
Death is another Summer.

So, she courts him, that death
unknowing what he really is
by living so fully her heart could burst.

This is where the harvesting of her begins:
She runs toward it's power, arms open
to receive it.

The fields are neutral, she believes,
alive in all she feels despite the
earthen pull of their rooted grains--

All food is good food, she thinks;
my mother bore me in this way:
I am her food.

So she sings a siren's song:
I am love, I belong to it;
then from the ground he emerges,
parting the grass.

His voice fills the air, beckoning her,
replacing the hollow sound of
her heart in her ears
whistling like the wind--

She, at once knows her
mother's love for her, the
resignation of it;

loving the magic of something,
not what it consists of,
and knowing magic fades.

She bids goodbye to constant
with it's endless sun for a god
whom is devoid of sunlight.

Winter becomes another Summer
but with a different sun
in a similar sky.
The old sun is forgotten
as if it were archaic and lacking
in radiance any longer--

Darkness becomes her new sun
in the absence of a real one.

In time, she will run back
to the old sun and the fields,
praying to remember it's bounty:

She will not be aware of her own
great absence from it.
But, in seeing how it has changed,
her prayer will be answered.

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