Persephone

she danced across  decaying fields

with sorrow at her core

a prisoner of his heart 

her own a swinging door

her memory of swift a kiss

washed clean with salty tears

his darkened eyes and hollow voice

her heart a weapon to yield 

that made her fall so in love 

and made the poor ghosts quiver in fear

 she came upon a pile of bones 

and wept at their saddened state

for no one here would ever know the rosy cheeks of fate

"oh mother' she cried out to this abyss

"what has he done to me

that i could be so enraptured

and yet so desperately willing to flee

oh save me from this sunken place where there is only lock without a key

make me love him so much less 

his toxins have seduced me

 he took me from my very home 

ripped me from my bed

brought me here for beauty 

when the rest of his kingdom is dead

i miss you, mother, i miss the earth

for i am so far underneath

i miss you, mother, i miss the garden

where faces whispered in the tress"

and there she stood young Persephone 

so sweet, so pure, so clean

for he had made her come to him

but with him, she stayed gladly