Persephone wears her dirt like makeup
Dabs raspberry juice on her lips as gloss
And puts flowers in her hair in the shape of a crown.

She can be an iron queen, destructive and fair when the time calls for it.
But she is also soft and sweet,
The same girl that rolled around above violets and lilac buds.

Her scepter is cracked and broken like the shared time between her husband and her mother,
And it is held together by both bone fragments and vines.

Persephone is equal parts darkness and sunlight,
A beautiful mix of divine balance.

People talk to her about getting guidance,
But what does she need them for?
She is the sublime mixture that we struggle to attain.

Praise be to you,
Persephone!