Hades and PersephoneThe king of the underworld
The daughter of life
His eyes dark cold and icy
Hers light and airy
Light flickers through
Enhancing her innocence
Darkness surrounds him
Shielding his heart
What happens when these two cross?
The king of death and the daughter of life
Does she wither and wait
to accept her fate
or does she warm his shielded heart?
What happens when these two fall in love?
Can happiness reside where light cannot?
or will it slowly flicker away until it is no more
and give into the darkness around her?
They say even the smallest bit of light
Will shine in the darkness
Until it finally gives in
and flickers away
So what will happen
When she finally gives up
and fades away
Will he want her then?
or toss her away?
No one knows
Not one can say
What will happen
When the daughter of life
Perfection, Part IPerfection, Part I4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The word so nearly incomplete
What a remarkable feat
To see the one you love
Ice cold with white feet
A mirror to reflect the tears
Of a love you once found so dear
Remember the time
When the flower met the dust
But the time faded
Ever-so-slowly with the stars
Mystery lies clear beneath the bones
To shed of the love you replaced with fear
But when all grace came, you made yourself fame
And a million light years away
You met her, walking to your grave
A curious being
A curious feeling
Had she not been the presence
You were wishing for?
Taken from the fairy
A tale whispered so murderously
"I'll be back," her voice was so soft
So sure, "Just before the darkness hits"
So assured was her mother
As the darkness was not for another hour
And her daughter was strong
A wolf-like fighter
Why should she worry
About an unknown stranger?
Walking through the trees
A smile graces her features
Glad to be free
From the cavern she calls home
But the silence of the wind
InspiredIn the bitter snow,there lies a flowerInspired4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Out of season,
Out of place,
That soft,glowing warmth
Delicate and easily broken
The very harshness
Of oblivion and winter
Lean over that flower,
Frigid eyes lingering
In the warmth
A touch, so close-
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Forever there to bring a stop to the cold
Scent mesmerizing, warmth intoxicating
Always wanted, always wished for
Always wished away
Tries to hold on, tries to steal the warmth
Always whisked away by the warmth of Spring
But always there
Wanting what it can't have
Grasping what can't be reached
A weapon in the night
A shield in the light
Always so near
But always destined to be apart
Another InspiredMortals have trouble understanding the concept of love:Another Inspired4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What does it mean?
What is it?
Will it ever happen to me?
All the questions and more run through their mind- since they have been able to think for themselves and distance themselves from the realm of apes, that one eternal question lingers-
What is love?
Such a swift, fleeting, eternal, painful, wondrous thing- it cannot be put into words.
Yet mortals have put it into flesh and blood- Aphrodite and her son Eros.
Ridiculous, I say.
How can such a malicious thing be called love? It is a disgusting mockery.
Then again...I am hypocritical. Once I thought love to be something best left to others- my siblings and nephews seeming to have so much trouble with it.
Zeus, constantly running around with mortal girls, having affair after affair.
Hera, wracked with jealousy, her wrath turning a once proud and beautiful goddess into a vengeful shrew who took her anger on her husband's hapless bastard children.
Apollo, with his dryad, who spurne
Hades and Persephone-A Flower in the Darkest PlaceThe cold that he felt when he stepped out surprised him.Hades and Persephone-A Flower in the Darkest Place3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Despite his expressionless face, Hades was surprised at the sights around him. He walked through a white covered landscape, with bare trees that looked to be clawing against the slate grey sky. The wind was harsh, carrying cold white crystals of snow on the currents of air that brushed passed his solid, armour-clad, towering frame.
His cobalt blue eyes looked around for any life in this barren land. He didn't even see a plant or animal. However, he wasn't searching for those. He quickly walked forward, his cloak and hair sweeping behind him as he moved against the wind.
Hades had not been in the world above for years. He last walked the earth after the war with the titans, when he and his brothers were deciding who would rule which realm. He remembered that before he descended into the depths of the earth, he looked out at the sunset over the horizon, realising that he may never see the beauty that this world held ever again. Eve
Perfection, Part IIIPerfection, Part III4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
So long, Persephone had stayed
In the dark, where the king laid
Distant, distraught, oppressed with the emotions
Leading her to bed
How sad he was to see her
So sad, so stricken mad
He tried so hard
Just for her to love him
Oh how he wished for it to be true
Innocence and beauty
Peace and love
The Goddess was pure
So pure he was not
But still he felt for her
Just as he hoped she'd
Someday felt for him
Someday, she would
And though it took so long
She soon fell for the man
Who wished to only call her his own
And soon the bright spark
Started to return
And eventually, one day
Deep in the shadows of the kingdom grey
He spoke to her
Wishing for her to come with him
On a journey to a distant land
Hidden in the depths of their foreign kingdom
A land just for her
Hoping that's just what she needed
And immediately she complied
Excited to leave the castle
Excited to see something new
Even if it's still in the world
She's forced to stay in
And the journey they went
Escaping from the murde
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He watched his opposite.
His other half.
(Goddess of the Earth who belonged in the Sun)
They truly were the more he thought about it.
(Dark sun kissed skin & dark firry red hair with leaf green eyes)
(His skin so pale & blonde hair and icy blue eyes)
She stares out with lightless eyes at the river of Styx wanting to cross it.
To go back up & stand under the warm sun where she belongs.
To talk to the flowers & watch them grow while birds sing in praise of her beauty.
Eating honeysuckles & pomegranates & drinking the finest wine.
He was selfish, but even so she would look at him love.
(Her fingers tangled in his hair when she kissed him)
She would try her best to smile at him and tell him she loved him.
Her words were like a sweet powdery lie that would melt on his tongue.
He was a selfish monster who devoured these lies in the dead of night when they were tangled together in silk and sweat.
(He always felt like he was melting when he held her at night)
She would sit n
PersephoneI fed herPersephone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and she cried
at every frozen sunrise
for 180 days.
With cracks in my heart
caught in my hair
I counted 180 more.
PersephoneHer voice is the howl of the cold winter windPersephone7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ice of her skin makes any man cringe
The dark of her hair blots out the sun
Persephone is come; winter has begun.
Down from above, to sit by her King
To her gown the shadows cling
Daughter of life, to death made wife
Leave behind the stillness of a dark winter night.
When she walks the Earth, the green things grow,
Men rejoice, the river Styx runs slow,
And who would think that her evil groom
Would, in his heart, for her make room?
Who could know the loneliness he feels?
Who knows that at her sight, he instantly heals?
Is it possible for death to feel love?
To mourn for his wife, so happy above?
In her heart does she dread the return to his side?
For she was unwillingly made his bride
Now his wait is all but done,
Winter has begun; Persephone is come.
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"If distance is what makes the heart grow stronger, then I must be a million miles away..."
Suddenly, I'm startled awake!
A gasp escapes my dry, chapped lips while my hollow ears echo with the trembling cries of the shadow stalking Hell Hounds, howling for the blood they have been dying to quench their thirsts with. I quickly examine the area around me to find that everything I had thought was real had only been the works of my imagination the cruel and heartless bastard that it truly is. For Persephone had not at all been nursing my wounds, but suffering her own while I had drifted to sleep as she continued to lay cold and lifeless against the equally frigid ice below her soft, gossamer skin.
Fool! I chastise myself harshly.
I instantly wished for my worthless arms to respond to my actions of wanting to envelope the maiden in them. I wanted to be the one who brought life to an innocent creature, but my arms would not allow it. I begged my legs to bend and support m
Hades and PersephoneA Hades in his own rightHades and Persephone11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
lonely and his nights were cold
though the friends of his childhood
kept careful watch o'er his treasures untold,
He found a maiden peaceful there
among the thick rich greens
and tempted her with flowers and jewels
and took her as though a fiend,
She withered in his castle
no light for her hair to glisten
but unlike the evil he so stood reflected
he took heart and stopped to listen,
He sent her back to home and heart
though she took his own in her hand
and once a year returned whistfully
to set a wint'ry glow about his land.
PersephoneSweet drops of blissful memoirs washed across a sinister facePersephone8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eyes no longer serene; beauty had not even an iniquitous grace
They had longed for the fallen in the grim light of the night
Only for a bitter taste to smother their saviour in fright.
Ah! But the flames stole thy virginal bloom
And thy beauty sent you to a mighty doom
Dear seraphic Persephone!
What good may offer you his throne?
Woe is you and woe is the tangerine twilight
Whose beauty died at its most splendid height
Tragic passions have always ended in wicked plays
A single seed to count thine last moments in winter days.
Lust is no more sinful than a glance
Share a heart for the entwining romance
Oh gracious blood, this kingdom is not worth
Your beauty to adorn not even Charon's boat.
Hades+Persephone Chapter 1PrologueHades+Persephone Chapter 17 years ago in General More Like This
Souls scattered like leaves upon the fields of the dead as their God walked amongst them. Somber and cold, he was called Hades and he was the Lord of the dead. So feared by mortals that even his name was not mention, for they believed that just that might bring his attention to them and he would call for Hermes to bring them to the underworld. He was the richest of all the Gods, as all treasures of the underground and soil were his but his riches meant little for there was no one to share these things with.
As other Gods were praised he was loathed, only the dead would keep him company and only the greedy ferryman, Charon, would speak to him. As he walked he could here the laughter of the Goddess Demeter and her Nymphs in Olympus and of course the laughter of lovely little Persephone. Hades had felt his heart for the first time when he heard the laughter of Persephone, all creatures smiled upon hearing it. Hades had longed for a Queen of such brightness and joy, something that
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The lovely rose on the blossoming bush
the sweet song of the rosy nightingale
my beautiful Persephone
through the cover of night I watch you
dream of you
wish for you
But with the fear I ensue
How can you ever love me?
the symbol of darkness
my sweet sweet
I shall have you
horrible dreadful me
You shall be mine
and only mine
Persephone goddess of the spring
shall be with me
Hades god of the underworld
Describe What We Have, He SaidWhat we have isDescribe What We Have, He Said4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a little bit of a fairytale,
a part of a story
and a taste of a slightly star crossed romance;
mixed in a half written sad song
written on pages of blue ink,
carried away in the wind.
it's a little broken,
but it's strong enough
to stand on it's own.
Just like us.
Perfection, Part IVPerfection, Part IV4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Giggling with glee
Persephone gently pushed Hades away
Ignoring the curious arch of his brow
She slid away from the tree
Following her slowly
She continued to back away from him
And after a moment
She stopped in a clear opening
Once he made it to her
She placed her hands around his neck
And kissed him so passionately
That it seemed as if
It would be the last time she'd see him
Though she knew better
As for Hades
He was happy
For the first time in a while
He finally got what he wanted
Without having to make it happen
Though the kiss struck cold
When the footsteps in the snow
Were lighted by ones of unknown
Hidden in the cold
Immediately, Hades pulled away
Looking around for the culprit
Who would dare invade the place
He created for only her grace?
"Show yourselves," his voice demanded
Eyes searching for any sign of disturbance
And nearly immediately
Two men stepped forward
A grin of confidence
Of malice, of joy
"I'm sorry, my king," the first of the two spoke
Eyes narrowed in disg
Temptation"Oh but mother!" I sighed shaking my head at her as she crossed her arms giving me a stern glare.Temptation4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Don't defy me, Perisia! You know very well to never cross into that land! After what happened your older sister, I couldn't bear loosing you too!" She said unfolding her arms pulling me into warm sun kissed hug, I couldn't help but hug her back. I completely understood what she meant, my sister Persephone had wandered off and and was seduced by the god Hades. My mother, Demeter, was devastated but after a deal with my uncle, Zeus, he was able to free Persephone for six months. During those months my mother had lightened up and was happy. Then I came into the picture. Perisia. The daughter of the harvest goddess Demeter and Zeus and sister to the ill fated Persephone, queen of the underworld.
"I swear to you that I won't do anything irrational. Now may I please go now?" I asked wanting to go play out in the fields under the warm sun provide by my cousin Helios.
The Teller of FairytalesSometimes I wonder if he was born on the day the titanic sank. Other days, he's been here longer than the pyramids themselves. He tells me stories about a world I can't even imagine. A world where a poetic smile means something. A world where night is velvet black with diamond like stars spread across it. A world where one can find adventure and happiness.The Teller of Fairytales5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I always listen in awe and wonder how such things can even be when rape, murder, unhappiness and sacrifice plague mine.
His stories are always dauntingly beautiful. Sometimes when he's hurt, he'll tell me about the princesses he has saved. They always end so poignantly. They get taken away to their castles to live with men who convince them they have saved them.
How can they leave someone who only wishes for them to be free?
His voice is so unfathomable it almost sounds unearthly. But his words have so much meaning, so much truth in them, that the depths of his voice can only come from wisdom. It's the only voice
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Life springs from her flowering feet
like a pup that suckles its mother's teat
while her hair flows with the Phlegethon's fire
and curls into a shade of summer heat.
Her voice is far sweeter than the lyre's
like the innocent touch of two sapphires,
and her skin is a virgin alabaster
protected only by floral attire.
Her eyes are curious lavender asters
that know both beauty and disaster
A burning rosebush in Elysian pastures:
that bride to death, her love, her master.
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"Just before darkness hits,"
The words echoed in the forest
The words so graceful
To reassure the lives
Of the ones she cares for dearly
How wrong she was
For that casual gaze
Turned at once into a burning flame
She was never back before the darkness
Not even when they called her name
For the fire surrounded her
Opened into a darkening flame
A crack murdered the pit of nature
And down she fell
Like she was the stone
Thrown down the fall of water
A troubling nature
To be where the underworld lay
At once she was alarmed
What sick joke was this?
She needed to be back
Before the sun fell
At once she searched
For some reason to why she fell
And her eyes were answered
By the sight of the man
The man whose gaze she left
"Stay with me," he whispered
"For all of eternity,
Be the queen
And I'll give you everything you need,"
And to much failures
He tried and tried to get her to willingly stay
"I will not stay!" she'd cry
"How could you keep me
From the land where I must be?"
PersephoneHow can we be angels ifPersephone11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our souls to Satan we have signed?
Can we through life leisurely drift
If with we, with demons are enshrined?
I bear the crown of clowns
And it bears thorns of clay,
Will you take my hand and drown
With me, and slowly decay?
Be my bride, the Bride of Winter,
Die when summer's near,
Yield to me your deep-soul's splinter,
Live with me in death's dark sphere.
I'll kill for you, child of Demeter,
Summon souls to my Underworld,
My love for you is ever sweeter
When considered beside bright spring unfurled.
Three pomegranate seeds you've eaten
In my Palace within the earth,
Three months a year to me you've given,
Time will tell if we are cursed.
Persephone - Queen of the DeadPersephone, Queen of the DeadPersephone - Queen of the Dead8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
My birth name is Kore, but modern readers may only know me by the name Persephone; the name my husband gave to me on our wedding day many long centuries ago. You see I am the consort of Hades, the God of the Underworld, known by some as the Queen of the Dead. Throughout the centuries since I took my place within the Underworld, at my husbands side, I have heard many tales of how my uncle, the God Hades, kidnapped me while I was picking flowers with the daughter of Oceanos, the Sea Nymphs, one bright, sunny day; how as I screamed and struggled with all my might, he seized me and dragged me to the world below. These stories relate that once I was concealed within the depths of the Earth, he raped me and forced me to eat the food of the dead, ensuring that I would never be allowed to return to the world of the living. These myths continue with my mother Demeter, the Godd
This is How I Want YouI want you at 4am rubbing the sleep from your eyes,This is How I Want You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sighing like the last breath
of a distant thunderstorm.
I want you in dark wash
jeans, white socks and black shoes,
pulling each article off
and leaving the exposed skin for me
to brush my fingertips against
and revel in the faint tremors.
I want you entangled
in my bedsheets
counting the pieces of my spine,
and the hours til dawn. I want
every synapse to crackle
with electric charge, with
I want you,
your heavy, solid warmth
pressing down and concentrating all its force just below my navel,
to leave me struggling for air.
I want you between
the rustle of hair and the curl of toes,
between the first gasp of shock and the last
groan of bliss
(and somewhere in the middle
find the time
PersephonePersephone stands in the fruit aislePersephone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with hunger in her eyes.
Paranoid all the while,
she wonders if it is safe to try.
It has been a week since she had a thing to eat;
her stomach is louder than the tread of her feet.
She prays that Big Brother
can ever forgive her.
And she prays fervently
that the powers that be
will show mercy and not
let a girl in such dire
straights like hers rot
for the most basic of needs.
Starvation can lead one to desperate deeds;
and she thought, what is it to them, a few seeds"?