In the whispering dawn of ancient skies,
Persephone dances where shadows lie,
In fields of gold where the sun does play,
Her laughter echoes the vibrant day.

Yet beneath the earth, in realms of night,
She walks with grace in the dimmest light,
Her heart a flame, a guiding star,
In Hades’ embrace, she journeys far.

Spring’s tender bloom in her gentle hand,
A promise of life across the land,
Yet winter’s chill she holds inside,
A queen in darkness, a bride denied.

Oh, Persephone, of two worlds born,
In every dusk, a new dawn sworn,
Your story whispers through the leaves,
The cycle of life that never grieves.