In the depths of winter’s grasp, she wanders,
A queen beneath the world, where shadows cease,
Her heart a prisoner to Hades’ wonders,
Yet longing for the sun’s sweet warm release.

With pomegranate seeds, her fate was sealed,
A life divided ‘tween the dark and light,
In autumn’s breath, the truth is then revealed,
Her journey marks the end of summer’s flight.

Yet in her sorrow blooms a strength untold,
For as the seasons turn, so does her reign,
In darkness, she finds beauty to behold,
A goddess rising from the depths of pain.

Persephone, the symbol of rebirth,
Her story etched in time, forever known,
For in her tale, we find our own self-worth,
A journey through the night to find our own.