In the shrouded depths where shadows creep,
Where endless night and silence sleep,
The king of darkness waits alone,
Upon his cold and ancient throne.
His heart, once barren, void of flame,
Spoke only death, unknown to name.
But in the earth, a flower bloomed,
A spark of life where none presumed.
Persephone, with light so pure,
Her laughter gentle, touch demure,
A goddess bright with verdant grace,
Brought spring to every barren place.
But fate entwined them, night and dawn,
A pomegranate, a story born.
Through winter’s grasp and summer’s reign,
Their love would bloom beyond the chain.
For in his arms, she found her peace,
In her eyes, his darkness ceased.
Together they reign, a balance of two,
In death and life, forever true.
No chains could bind what love had made,
No world could part their endless shade.
For even in the deepest night,
They find each other, purest light.
And so beneath the moonless skies,
Where shadows dance and time denies,
Hades and Persephone stand as one,
Eternal love, their story begun.
©️ 2024
The Royal Octopus 
at first i thought this was an excerpt from Algernon Swinburne’s The Garden of Proserpine! its very well written, and lovely :)
Thank you so much!