Rising From A Seed
As Persephone's foot slowly met the pomegranate seed,
She used all of her body weight,
With all her might.
Red juices gushed out of the seed.
Now all what's left of the seed is nothing but an empty shell.
But...
The thought of a girl rising from it had not crossed her mind.
It's not an ordinary girl...
A goddess who would bring darkness to the world...
Rule it with pain.
It had been an untold tale,
About the day when she got trapped in the seed.
All of the gods, Olympians and minor,
Teamed up against her,
And sealed all of her power in a pomegranate seed,
Which dragged her soul along with it.
For pomegranates are her weaknesses.
They sap all of her energy, strength, and power.
But now Persephone released the seal...
By crushing the seed that she had been forbidden to touch.
Now Scotosperma,
With red fangs dripping with blood,
Clawed gnarly hands,
Sickly pale skin,
Vivid red pupils,
And a veil the colour of the blackest night,
Slowly grew to her full size.
She looked at herself, head to toe.
She picked up her strands of her hair,
She looked at her hands filled with veins,
And stared at her dress, which reeked of blood.
Scotosperma laughed with delight.
'Yes! I have another chance to make this world mine!'
With each thought, it made her smile bigger and nastier.
'I will rule this world in darkness, with the twelve Olympians bowing down to me!'
She cackled again, shocking Persephone and Hades right to their core.
'Mortal meals everyday, gods as servants, and the sky will be black instead of sunlight,
Just like it should be.'
She had gained her powers quickly and used them to make Tartarus bigger.
Mortals now screaming for their lives,
And the gods, now so confused and prepared for another battle...
But they weren't prepared for her new powers.
Do you see the sky?
Is it getting darker every second as your clocks ticks?
If you hear a sinister laughter of a young woman...
And witness anything unusual...
You better run.
Run.
Don't look back.
A/N: So what do you think? Love it? Hate it? As a writer, my weakness is that I mix up the past tense and present words with each other. So I apologize for those mistakes and please excuse them.