In meadows bright where flowers bloom,
Persephone danced ‘neath the sunlit sky,
Her laughter echoed through the room,
A promise in her mother’s eye.

Yet shadows crept from Hades’ realm,
A chariot of darkness came,
He took her to his shadowed helm,
And thus began her fateful claim.

The seasons mourned her vanished grace,
As Demeter’s tears fell like rain,
The earth lay bare, a barren space,
In sorrow deep, a mother’s pain.

But spring will rise from winter’s hold,
And Persephone will ascend,
From underworld to fields of gold,
Her tale of light and dark will blend.