Author's Note: Yes, this is a bit bleak. But being the pairing in general is bleak, I suppose it fits. This isn't really connected in any way to Apología, my Hades poem, save having similar styles and the same basis. Perhaps one of these days, I'll do a Demeter poem just to round everything out.

Disclaimer: I don't think I really need one for this. Aren't mythological characters public domain? Nevertheless, to be save, I suppose I should say I don't purport to own this character.

Feedback is very much appreciated. :)

To Mother-

I was not always borne of this world

I once was a flowering maiden but

Innocence and poppies flew from me

When he pulled me down to the dark lands,

Where I was to rule.

I am now a queen

Albeit a queen of death

A queen of that which all fear

A sight all men are afraid of,

and are left speechless by

When our arrival draws near.

The bleak lands of Hades make up my days now.

There are no trees, or flowers or any sort of life

Happiness is mostly unknown, and there is no hope.

Even so, I wish for your Love,

But you're never there, mother.

You have abandoned me here. You claim that

I am queen of death, and as such a goddess

Such as yourself, one of the grain, and thus, of life,

Cannot visit the terrible darkness.

But I know better.

You doomed me here for your own sake

So that you would not be forgotten.

Poor Demeter, did you hear about her

And her poor daughter, Persephone?

Yes mother, you forget I still know

Who you are, deep inside.

I still remember when Hermes came down

A light piercing my darkness

He called to me and told me to come

Hades acquiesced; though cold, he is

Honorable, or so I once thought.

Before I left, he pressed the pomegranate

In my hands. I did not eat it then, before

I returned to the light. I showed it to you,

And in return you smiled and said

'Eat dear. You must be starving.'

You knew what that pomegranate would do.

You would feint ignorance and outrage,

When Zeus gave his decree, but...you knew.

Even the goddess of life knows

the rules of the dead.

I've heard from our newest guests that

Your temples are flourishing.

I hope you are happy with the sacrifices

You have made for your immortality.

Your betrayal has hurt me so hard,

I feel I am now made of stone.

Are you happy?

'Oh, cheer up dear,

It is not that bad of an arrangement.'

You smile again, that half-smile...

it pierces me light a thousand knives.

'Hades is a good husband.'

He is, but he could never give me what I want.

You know this, and he does too.

I would like to think it hurts him as much

As it hurts me. I know it doesn't hurt you.

You long ago stopped caring about others.

For a while, I didn't write to you.

Understand that for a long time, I could not

Your betrayal had given me a wound too deep

But still your letters came

One by one, every winter

One by one, stabbing through my heart

Now I write back like a faithful daughter

Each time, each letter, beginning you to come for me

Bring the springtime early this year

Surely your people would welcome it.

Return me to the land for which I yearn.

But every year, every time you write back

'Come, my child. It is not so bad in the

Darkness. Perhaps tomorrow you may rise

From the depths.'

Perhaps tomorrow.

Always tomorrow.

It's always that way with you. Forever.

Mother, forgive me, but tomorrow is too late.