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When i awoke
There was a man
Tall and dark, Majestic
He did stand

He leaned over
With something in his hand
” This will be painful child.
Do you understand?”

I huddled under the covers
And I shook my head
Was I only dreaming?
Or was I truly dead?

” persephone made this whole.
This is what was ,
your shattered soul.”

“While you we’re sleeping
She slaved away.
Stopping only to check
If you were okay.”

He then shoved that thing inside of me
Sights n sounds take over in glee
I try to struggle, I try to flee

As

Rendered flesh of agony wake
Tortured self I start to quake
Dreams together born anew
Shattered no longer
soul takes it Que.

Demons cry out
In wonderous glee.
As the whole of soul,
Come back to me.

Bitter pill taken
The candle starts away
No more tears to follow
The demons get their way

Grotesque agony mends the flesh
As renewed eyes open
i take a breath
Cradled in his ivory arm
He sings to me, he spins a yarn

I looked at him
He at me
As we stared
he jumped to his feet.

“Persephone !”
He screamed
As he stared at me

She raced in
His roar filled the sea
” Why do my own eyes
Look back at me?
How can this be”

The Cornu plays the panegyrics
The wreathe weights down the head
I lay there whole and shaking
My heart filled with dread

She looked at me and smiled
Dread fades away
I knew in that moment
All will be okay.

She turned to him and grabbed his hand
” my love, I didn’t know I was pregnant
When I left this land”

“Born in the sunlight
Amongst the grains of sand
She couldn’t return with me
So I left her in the land of man”

“I knew it crush you my love
So I never said a word
Knowing that our daughter
Was stuck in the land above.”

“But now we are together
The three of us at last.
Show her who we are my love
The past is in the past.”

Feeling dizzy,
it was all too much
Last thing I remember is him racing to me
Feeling his gentle touch

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Rendered flesh of agony wake
How much more can this poor soul take?
Dreams asunder torn anew
Shattered soul, pieces are few.

Demons cry out
In wonderous glee.
As the remains of soul,
Fly away from me.

Bitter pill swallowed
The candle burnt away
No tears to follow
The demons get their way

Grotesque agony shreds the flesh
As blinded eyes wait for death.
Blood pours down the ivory arm
Hell hounds await to add more harm.

The Cornu plays the panegyrics
The wreathe weights down the head
Please enjoy the offering
of the walking dead.

Pushed along by mighty claws
Soul pieces used in play
Holding tight with bitter teeth
The coin to pave the way.

The River Stixs is calling
The helmsman stands on shore
Charon’s obol needed
To enter never more .

Persephone is calling me
I see her as we go
Standing so majestically
In her long green robe.

The helmsman hands me over
I thank him with a nod
As I stand before her
I begin to sob.

Proserpina , she whispers,
You don’t simply carry my name
Within you,
hides my staff of grain

You are my soul child
I carried you through flame.
I’m so truly sorry
for your life of pain

She wraps her arms around me
And leads me from the shore,
“Come with me, an when you rest
We will talk a little more. ”

We walked to Hades Palace
A hellhound by our side
The palace of Dis
Was quite a sight

Just as we got to the giant door
She stopped me with a look
One that chilled me to the core.

“Daughter mine,
your father does not know.
On this we must go slow.”

“At his table do not eat
He will try and give you a small treat
Give all to this hound at our feet.”

At those words she opened the door
Ushered me in and across the floor
Feeling dizzy, it was all too much
Last thing I remember is her gentle touch.

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