In fields where golden grains do sway,
Persephone dances with the day.
Her laughter echoes through the land,
A goddess bound by fate’s command.

Beneath the earth, where shadows lie,
Her spirit blooms, not meant to die.
In Hades’ realm, her heart does sing,
A queen reborn each blossoming spring.

The pomegranate’s bittersweet kiss,
A tethered vow she can’t dismiss.
She weaves between the world and night,
A beacon of both dark and light.

Nature’s cycle, her eternal role,
Embracing change as seasons roll.
In balance found, her legacy,
The dance of life and mystery.