arachne8x | (no subject)

Persephone's Song

I walk these ancient streets
Delightful sights spring at me
From corners, edges
Rims of thought.
Every bejeweled and
decrepit thing beautiful. As it is
Different from the familiar.
He loves me
And that fills even hulls of death.
I am something new
Now, and cannot return
To who I was.

She wails,
Drawing her destructive claws
Across the spine of the
Earth. Her tears
Flood, her shrieks strike.
She terrorizes everyone
I ever knew, Ever saw for
word of me. Where
am I? Who took me?
Not once does it occur
to her that I might be
Happy here

Now I am made
Into something stronger.
She beckons me
He holds me here.
I go to her feeling
Bewildered and alone
In my old surroundings,
There I am a votive,
A decoration for her altar,
Through her love
I am puppeted by her,
When will the strings be cut?

In his once angry face,
I see a spectre of beauty.
I understand why
He took me, brought
Me here. And so despite
Myself I take my crown,
And dine on the harvest of his land
As I do in hers pomegranate, wheat.
Offered to me in hopes that I will
Choose. Neither can be happy
Unless I return to them.
Who thinks of my happiness?