In the depths where shadows play,
She dances with the night,
Persephone, queen of the gray,
In realms devoid of light.

Her heart a beacon in the gloom,
A goddess torn in two,
With flowers that forever bloom,
And skies of endless blue.

In Hades’ arms, she finds her place,
Yet mourns the sunlit skies,
A fragile smile upon her face,
Where truth and beauty lie.

Between the worlds, she softly treads,
A bridge of life and death,
In whispers of the autumn reds,
She draws her quiet breath.