In the realm where shadows meet the sun,Persephone dances, her fate unwon.A daughter of the harvest, in bloom she stands,Yet beckoned by the underworld’s silent lands.Oh, queen of both the verdant and the dead,Your journey weaves a tale unsaid.In spring you rise, in winter you retreat,A goddess torn, incomplete.The flowers mourn your absence in the chill,While in darkness, your spirit finds its will.With each step, you bind the earth and sky,A bridge of life where seasons cry.Persephone, caught in time’s embrace,Your story whispers through the space.From light to shadow, your essence flows,In your footsteps, the cycle grows.