iv. Persephone
who among you
has not called me foolish?
"she brought the blackness of the underworld
upon herself," I hear you
whisper behind your fluttering hands.
you color my lips red
with imagined sins. you picture my palace
a cave, my king an unending shadow.
do you know nothing of the dark?
have you yourselves never banished it
effortlessly
with nothing but a match? then surely,
you must understand;
my strength does not fade as the summer fades,
as the light wanes.
I am no captive.
I am the rightful queen.
CZYTASZ
The Rhythm of Immortality
PoezjaA collection of poems taken from various writers on tumblr all pertaining to Greek Mythology. The majority of them are based in modern times.
