PersephoneLost in the darkness eternal,
Drawn to the depths far beneath.
Around you the world seems infernal,
Daughter of sorrow and grief.
Rise from the dwindling ashes,
See how you should see the world.
Walk from your tar-bleeding gashes,
Selfless on springtime unfurled.
You are the fall and the thawing,
Ruler of icefields and snow.
Walk on the third line you're drawing,
Daughter of winter and woe.