Pomegranate Savior

Mama, you are the very Epitome, the goddess Of life And I am your other half, your balance. How long did you seriously expect me To stay above, where The same sunlight that kisses your golden skin Glares down on me, Burning my youthful eyes? Mama, you dance In Summer's rain, The same time I wait for storms and lightening. Did you really, Honestly, believe them, when they said I had been kidnapped While picking flowers? Did you never, Ever think, that when the Earth split open at my feet I hauled his dark chariot? That my cries as we flew away were not of fear, But from the sweet foreign taste of freedom? So when I recognized your familiar shadow In the Underworld I ruled Knowing how you planned to drag me back And again expose me to that harsh, empty sky I couldn't run away fast enough. Do you really think Hades Was the reason I ate that fruit?