Pomegranate

Hades and Persephone

A golden charriet to whisk me away
The whips echoing crack,
A raven horses quiet ballet.
A confession of love,
In my hearts chambers it will stay.
In this moment, our emotions forever at bay.

Still, the land grows barren,
as fate unfurls
With every grain lost,
within me hope swirls.

Above the Cimmerian lands,
where light comes to play,
My own blood ages in a veil of moth rays.

Yet i sit on my throne of tophet,
a beacon of loves divine state.
In a land of Elysian feilds, kindled with hate
A pomegranates blood, An offering to thee
My love for him forever, now and to be.