In the shadowed realms where whispers dwell,
Persephone walks with grace untold,
Her laughter a melody of springtime bells,
Yet her eyes hold the secrets of the cold.

Beneath the earth where shadows intertwine,
She reigns as queen, with a crown of night,
Yet above, the blossoms in sunlight shine,
Her presence a dance of dark and light.

Through cycles of bloom and frost she moves,
A bridge between the worlds she treads,
In her wake, the earth itself approves,
As life and death weave the threads.

Persephone, a tale of duality and grace,
Her story written in the stars above,
In every petal, in every embrace,
Lies the eternal bond of loss and love.