Persephone

Darling, I can hear

An enchanting rhythm

Your heart beating

A Tambourine,

Guiding me through waking dreams.

You could be my queen.

Darling, I can see

Your pale, slender face,

Graceful arms, flowing hair

By those lighted eyes,

Away from Helios’ gaze.

You must be my queen.

Darling, I can feel

Your soul’s desire,

Your beauty, your power,

Queen of the damned,

The sick, the deceased.

You shall be my queen.

Darling, ask and I shall provide.

Six rivers

To bathe your wings,

Six seeds

To soothe your cravings.

You will be my queen.

Darling, I cannot forget

The cruel smile

That haunts my dreams,

The wax rose cheeks

That invade my thoughts.

You are to be my queen.

Darling, we could rule them all.

A Golden Throne

Atop a mountain of discarded bones,

The world upon its knees

Brought in chains before our feet.

You are my queen

And this will be our legacy.