"Poem" by Victoria Santamorena

Surround me in thy imagery,

My sweetest queen Persephone!

And canst thou grace me

With thine sweetest kiss?




The Burden that thou must bear –

Sitting proudly in hell’s chair –

Just a child kind and fair,

Waiting for mine kiss.




The dogs of hell are howling low

They praise thee and thy maiden glow –

The sweet song of the Styx’s flow

Shall grace me with thy kiss.




Thou art the one the fiery god claimed

Lord of the Underworld he is named –

And Hades shall hold thee in his domain

To claim thy sweetest kiss.




But I shall free thee from his spell

And the dogs of howling hell

And the souls thee know so well

To win thine cherished kiss.




O, daughter of Demeter, he did steal thee

His blazing passion unwieldy

Thou ate a fruit from the Underworld tree,

And from the darkness we will flee

And I shall claim thine kiss.




The Fates they say that thou art mine

Thine kiss I long for, of the gods divine

And I shall smite Hades with my cunning mind

To win thine sweetest kiss.




Down into Hell I shall creep

Thine sacred soul I will reap

From the Unseen’s clutches in Tartarus deep

And win thine kindly kiss.




With the blessing of the gods,

And against all deadly odds

Thou art the one that I shall laud

And grace with mine only kiss.