Behold Persephone,
Queen of the dead,
She's called to me,
Called to retell her myth.
For what's a myth
To you and me,
To her was fate,
Was destiny.
Beware Hades,
The dark, tall one,
Who needs a queen
He's looking hard.
He has been searching
For someone strong
To share his life,
To share his throne.
He sees Persephone
In all her grace,
Aphrodite struck,
They’ve chosen her!
It was old times,
Patriarchal days,
And powerful Zeus
Gave her away.
Oh, sweet Persephone,
Goddess of spring,
Flowers and streams,
I hear her smile pleased.
Under her feet,
The flowers grew,
And in her presence
The sky was blue.
She played in gardens
Cared for by nymphs,
And by her mother
Who feared her loss.
Zeus was her father
And so, it's said
That Hades had asked him
To marry her.
Zeus was excited
To see Hades wed:
"The underworld
Was a lonely place." He said.
Zeus was his brother
This we are told,
But it was normal
For gods commit incest.
Persephone's Song
Hades emerged
From the Earth
Through a black hole
So, I screamed.
He then grabbed me
By the waist
And he told me
You're my wife.
I could not,
Not understand
What was happening,
So, I wept.
My mother warned me!
My mother said:
"Do not let a god view
The wild breast."
My mother warned me
Of them, she said I should stay
In the safety of the garden.
It is happening, oh mother!
But when the wind hit my face.
I felt a freedom I craved
And at once I curiously
Looked around.
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