The flowers, her own,
A Goddess so wanted,
The beloved Persephone.
Her beauty so radiant, Hades dost see,
Rushing forth with his chariot, grabbing her so accurately,
She ran for her life, in terror she screamed,
Little did she know, she was to be his queen.
But lo and behold, she was brought to hell,
In his domain, was where she would dwell,
To the God of the Underworld, would she become bride,
Meanwhile, in the world above, her garden had died.
Her mother whom found her missing, cried in grief,
She made the trees shed, and left them not a leaf,
She created winter, in her misery,
Until Zeus managed to release her from her matrimony.
Only for half a year,
Was she allowed to roam in her garden,
The rest of it she would spend in the underworld,
Her own Armageddon.
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