[Persephone]

The sun is gone
in hell today;
the flowers shrank
withered away.

Methinks I need a
dame, whose face
will bring some sunlight
to this place.

And so on some
cool winter night
I'll lift her innocent
image light.

I'll bring her down
into this pit;
for half a year
she'll live in it.

The world will shrink
into the black
but i will have my
sunlight back.

If only for a month
or two, this place
will lose its
deathly hue.

But then her mother
weary, ill,
will plead with me
to bend my will

Back to the earth
the child will go
and earth will regain
healthy glow

And I, fighting
the shadows back
will fall into
the endless black.