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Because of the Meadow


On a nice and sunny day when Persephone went to the meadow

she picked many flowers until there was a shadow.

Fear and anger overcame her,

because she knew she was in danger.

Demeter thought her daughter was safe,

but her child was torn away as if by a strafe.

This event was what Demeter couldn’t have believed;

She had no idea that Persephone would be seized.

Hades had plans for under the ground,

but no one knew until Persephone made a sound.

Demeter’s heart was split in two

and she quickly came up with a plan of what to do.

She fled her home which was named Olympus

and refused to return until she finished her business.

For nine days she roamed the earth

until she found a woman who had given birth.

Demeter was taken to the house by four sisters;

a place that housed a little mister.

Demeter now had a baby boy to raise.

She did so well she deserved some praise.

Her plan to turn him into an immortal had just begun

but there was no need to jump the gun.

The baby boy, Demophoon, grew so quickly

it was like a page straight out of Ripley.

Fire and flames were the key to immortality

but when Metaneira saw, she thought Demeter had no morality.

Demeter’s plan was a failure.

She was judged for her misbehavior.

Demeter raged on and on,

like a tsunami that lasted until the dawn.

The goddess of fertility was so upset.

She followed through with her threat.

A winter as cold as can be

was cast across land and even the sea.

The gods and goddesses begged and pleaded.

They wanted the earth to be re-seeded.

Now that Zeus and Hermes are here

Persephone then suddenly appeared.

She was sent back up from below the ground.

Her mother, Demeter, was completely astounded.

Now that Persephone and Demeter were reunited,

all the wrongs seemed to have been righted.

While underground Persephone ate a pomegranate.

Hades, the ruler of the underworld, had planned it.

She was to spend four months out of the year

away from the humans, the fish, and the deer.

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