Dear Readers,
This is my rendition of the myth of the abduction of Persephone by Hades. Persephone is based on a dear friend of mine, Miss Anderton.
Serafimo's Pretense
The Prophecy
The dark and lonely one
Who all spurn and fear
Anguished in his kingdom
Finding no reprieve
From great sorrow
Which burdens his heart
Turning it to a cold stone
Fueling his malice and power lust
Both insatiable.
Dark and lonely
He will find light and comfort
In forces which should oppose.
He will pluck a bud
Waiting to bloom
But oppressed by overbearing care
In the deepest, darkest reaches
The bud will mature
Grow into the most majestic flower.
Renewed life and hope result
When fate runs its course
And true love can be found.