Tag: Persephone

Poetry

Demeter & Persephone

The Royal Octopus

In fields where golden grains unfold,
Demeter wanders, strong and bold.
With hands that till and seeds that sow,
She watches over life’s soft glow.

But far beneath, in shadowed halls,
Where no sun shines, nor sparrow calls,
Her daughter waits, in quiet bloom,
In Hades’ dark and silent room.

Persephone, with eyes of night,
Once full of spring and meadow light,
Now walks among the shaded dead,
With iron crown upon her head.

Each year her mother grieves anew,
The earth grows cold, the sky dims blue;
For as the maiden leaves her side,
The world becomes a barren tide.

Yet spring returns, with her sweet grace,
A burst of life, a warm embrace.
The earth awakens, soft and green,
For mother and her cherished queen.

So seasons turn, a sacred round,
In loss, in love, the world is bound;
For death may part, yet love remains,
In flowers sprung from winter’s chains.

2024 ©️

Poetry

Demeter

The Royal Octopus

Beneath the earth, the shadows spread,
Where light once warmed the fields, now dead.
Demeter roams with tearful eyes,
Her daughter lost to darkened skies.

The wheat is still, the harvest cold,
No golden grain, no tale to hold.
Her arms, once full of life’s embrace,
Now reach for Persephone’s stolen face.

Each flower wilts, each tree stands bare,
The bitter winds weave through the air.
Her sorrow’s deep, her cry a storm,
A mother’s love, without its form.

She waits in winter’s long, cold reign,
For spring to bring her child again.
But in her heart, the ache remains,
A world untouched by joy’s refrain.

For when the earth beneath is torn,
A mother’s grief is everborn..

©️ 2024

Poetry

An Eternal Love: Hades and Persephone.

The Royal Octopus

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