In the garden of eternal bloom, she danced,
A queen of spring, in the world of light,
Her laughter echoed through the verdant lands,
As flowers awakened to her gentle might.

Yet shadows called from the underworld deep,
A kingdom where her heart must equally reside,
In Hades’ arms, her spirit would keep,
A love intertwined with the darkened tide.

Each autumn she descends, the earth mourns,
As winter’s chill begins its somber reign,
But with her return, life adorns,
The world with colors, banishing the pain.

Persephone’s tale, a dance of duality,
Torn between the realms, yet whole,
An eternal balance of light and shadow’s reality,
The goddess with a divided soul.