gentle demeanor and caring soul,
you watched me from afar.
you came from a troubled home.
little did you know that I did, too.

misunderstood, my night princess.
you held the keys in your
hands the whole time,
you just never had your timing right.

four garnet pomegranate seeds
you offered me.
believing me to be of
grace and elegance.

I came swiftly.
and though you rule the
grounds of the underworld,
we were the two queens.

I was already broken
by the time you captivated me.

addicted from the start.

I taught you tricks of my own,
and being the princess of darkness,
you already knew them.

but the stories have it wrong.
the history books documented our inevitable arrival incorrectly.

it was not hades that corrupted persephone, but the path of destruction we paved together.
I was always leaning toward
your side from the start.

in love with danger and the promise
that you would never hurt me.

I am your queen, and you are mine.

june 1st, 2014

dedicated to my lady hades.

I loathe my inability to hate you.
I still love you, but I will never be your queen again.

you threw me from the underworld, out of the depths of eternal winter.
rachel huberty Dec 2017

i think you liked the way
my coronet of flowers was
tilted when i reached the
bottom of your black stone stairs
i think you liked the way i
placed the pomegranate seeds
one
by
one
onto my tongue and whispered
"don't tell my mother"
and i think you liked the way
i walked right up to you
as though you weren't a demon
but a fallen angels wanting to be loved
i smiled
and when you said my name...
that was the beginning and end
of everything

this is an interpretation of the greek myth of hades and persephone
Celeste Briefs Nov 2017

Darkness, my Love
Bleeding into my lungs
Now I cry tears of ink
That you use to write my name
Into your moonlit shadow-heart

Your ice-cold chains,
They love me too much
Every kiss you print upon my face
Breaks the Iron biting through my flesh

She makes me feel so human
And I always feared mortality
But now the thing I dread the most
Is losing the life she gives to me

He makes me feel alive
Like I've never been before
Though his touch is cold as frozen bones
His heart burns bright and warm

Bit of a work-in-progress, but you get the gist. This is from the perspective of both Persephone & Hades, and is about their love. I dedicate this song to those of you who believe that the Dark and the Light can be together and live in harmony. Because that's the only way that wars and hate can end.
Patrick Oct 2017

“I am” said Prometheus
When he set a spark to
The heart of man
Shifting the putrid tides
Away from the banks of
Our collective soul
But the Gods and their
Jingling chains
Vowed revenge slithering away
Into the depths

Now a storm brews on the cusp
Of humanity’s peripheral
Waiting to ravage our souls
Into tattered flags
Splitting the land in two
Opening the door of Hades wrath
Where men fall to an eternity of
Wailing and gnashing of teeth
Until the clock quits ticking
Then the land will run dry
Leaving Prometheus to weep
Alongside dear Sisyphus

Matthew Vargas Sep 2017

Slow soft melodies
Floating from the sound
Of your lovely voice
Your laughter
Is the sweetest music
That's ever passed my ears.
And I put my brush down
Because I know that
I'll never create anything
Half as wonderful as you.
But I'll try as I paint your eye
And forge this picture in my mind
That someday you'll find
The love you lost for yourself
Long ago
And you'll be at ease, darling.
You'll be the person you
Want to be.
I love you
I love you so
I love you so much
And I'd give the world
To make you smile
So darling please, realize
You're worth more than all of
Hades' wealth and the galaxies
Realize, you're precious to me
please...

So many amazing people don't realize how much more they truly are... It makes me sad sometimes to think about it
avalon Aug 2017

one more time she whispers,
she whispers violently, tremulously, like an addict whispers
to the fingernail marks in her skin, like persephone whispers to pomegranate seeds, like sin, and her whispers collect on dollar bills in the wind, and the money flies home but she's still sitting in that bin,

wondering if Hades ever regretted his win.

Naima Mungai Jul 2017

The heavens mourned
   in my stead love.

They railed and rent
   themselves through,
   in the deep knell of the thunder,
   and the flashing light of the lightning
   as it struck in all its fiery promise.

The gods themselves
   wept my tears, my love.

Rivers upon rivers
  from those fickle immortals,
  for where they are,
  they were moved.

Because I mourned you
   my love,
I mourned you.
I mourned you,
  so deep.

But I was too far
  from my eyes to weep.
Cut off from my arms
  that I could not tear my
  clothes.
Closed off from my throat
  so the world would never
  hear the banshee in my wail.

For as my body mourned,
My soul sought you.
It reached out ,
  to Hades Realms
  if that was where you went.

It asked
   why would you leave us here?
   this body of mine and
   it's soul.

So I could not weep
   and I could not wail.

And so the heavens,
   they mourned for me.

Erebus The Greek underworld, in mythology, is an otherworld where souls go after death, and is the original Greek idea of afterlife. At the moment of death the soul is separated from the corpse, taking on the shape of the former person, and is transported to the entrance of the Underworld. It is not Hell but the afterlife.

Rest well, you were loved. written 13/7/2017 on your funeral
Silvana Franco May 2017

You undress me with your cold hands,
your breathing is shallow and cold against my skin.
Everything about you is cold,
when I know,
there is no love in your touch.
You want my body,
for a short while,
until your lust is sated.
Then you’ll have me gone until the next time your desire flares.
You whisper sweet nothings in my ear but I hear them from a corpse,
when I know,
there is no love in your voice.
You run your fingers through my hair
and sing me songs as I lie on your chest,
But to me, these are  lifeless hands and tuneless songs,
for I know,
there is no love in your caress.
You feign affection so well, it makes my stomach turn,
but honey,
I’m not a fool.
The butterflies in my stomach have dissolved into apathy,
and now,
I feel nothing, too.
Your ego is huge when you tell me I’ll never leave you,
but it seems,
sweetheart,
you’ve learned nothing at all.
As the rain brings life in the spring
and the moon rules the tide,
as sure as the dawn,
it won’t be long ’til I’m gone.
You were Hades, keeping me in your skeleton grip,
in a loveless cycle of lust and disgust.
What you forgot, my dear, was that I was Medusa,
and the next time you look into my eyes and tell me,
in your cadaver’s voice,
from your dead, lying lips,
that you love me,
why, darling,
I’ll turn you to stone.

Cné May 2017

shadows in the morning mist
phantoms in the fog
echoes in the murky light
that bounce around the bog.

from the chasms in my mind
where darker creatures dwell.
i looked into the deep abyss
and caught a glimpse of Hell.

where winged angels fear to tread,
my dreams in twisted pose
descend with me to Hades' realm
where nothing ever grows.

except the fear i keep within
which never seems to sleep.
and this will grow in leaps and bounds
as lower down I creep.

but faith will rescue all despair.  
the morning mist will rise.
the sun will drive the demons back
to darkness where they thrive.

the angels take me in their arms
and raise me from the grave.
the darkest places close again
and trees, in breezes wave.

dark though dreams can often be,
the dawn will ever rise.
i wear faith like armor
and see through his disguise.

the Devil, ever vigilant,
invades when i am weak.
even if i'm innocent,
my fall he'll always seek.

Inspired by Traveler and Temporal Fugue
Xemya May 2017

I refuse to be
Persephone
I escape brooding moods
And the reflections of souls dead to you
To accept a pomegranate seed or two
From the underworld was a mistake
I will not pay for
And I do not expect anyone to save me

I cry that your world is so dark
you believe the light inside me is deception
the seasons will come around again
and I will not return
your soil is too damp and oppressive
for any healthy sprout to grow
and your richness and grandeur
too gloomily cast

Familiar with the voice of dismal
and disdain,

I will not be restrained
I will not be abducted
I will not be compliant
I will not forget my life in the sun
I will not be isolated
and
I will not be afraid of gathering flowers

I'm sure Zeus and Hades both thought they knew what was best for Persephone
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