I never knew how to talk to women,
Goddess or mortal.
Zeus only told me to pick her up
And everything would work out.
I should stop listening to him.
How do I tell her the place looks better?
The trees have leaves on them.
I’ve never seen Cerberus so calm;
He sleeps by her side every night.
The shades look up at her,
Faint smiles on shadow faces
When she walks by.
She’s out in the garden now;
Flowers and grass blooming where she steps.
I will exchange my robes of darkness
For the humble clothes of a gardener
And give her a pomegranate as my token
Because now in the Underworld
Something can grow.
