An enchanted arrow struck the cold heart
of death’s King.
Onyx eyes soften to grey
as he glance upwards
not towards glorious Olympus, instead
at the sight of a warm Goddess.
A mighty God and King
brought to his knees.
Lonely King whose name is feared
to be spoken.
Judge, juror, prosecutor, and ruler
death is his kingdom.
Keeper of cold jewels, valueless to Spring;
Goddess of Spring misplaced amongst death.
A flower though the key that
unlocked the ground.
A flower brought life to death.
His heart bled crimson as red
as six seeds
bonded Spring below the ground
as dark as the living world above due to her mother’s grief.
Icy tears that have covered the lands.
Cold grief blocked the sun.
Trees dead and bare
when the leaves fell with the Goddess
and captured the last colors of life.
The Dead’s King’s love
eventually returned Spring, but
near of far, even separated by a veil
they were still in love.
Every year, leaves re-enacted
a Goddess’s first descent in Hades.
The marker of Darkness and Lights reunion.
Maiden no more,
A king alone no longer.
The destroyer of light, Persephone
Queen, wife, and companion she became.