In the gentle embrace of golden fields,
She danced with sunlight, laughter untamed,
A queen of blossoms in springtime’s yield,
Her heart unburdened, her spirit unclaimed.

But shadows whispered from the underworld deep,
A call that echoed through the autumn leaves,
In Hades’ realm, where secrets sleep,
Her fate entwined in what she believes.

Through winter’s veil, she walks alone,
A crown of darkness upon her brow,
Yet in her soul, a light is sown,
A promise of return, a solemn vow.

When spring awakens, with tender grace,
She rises anew from the earth’s embrace,
In a cycle of love and eternal chase,
Persephone’s journey, time cannot erase.