decay;
it is the spring goddess' advantage against her immortal lovers
undying as they come
they fall to the ground -
fall, fleeting life like the petal of a flower, wilting without water and sun -
Persephone's is the hand quick enough to catch the appendage;
she is old and new all the same
for as she dies she is reborn;
unlike the gods, who know, always, decay -
decay, but never death.
and that is so torturous,
to flinch at biting doom
yet never see the teeth it bares.
poor prometheus