Song of the Pomegranate
A/N: Well, it's a poem about a pomegranate, which also contains heavy references to the myth of Hades and Persephone. I'll admit that it's short and pointless but I got inspired. Also, if any readers are wondering about the status of 'Epitaph Empress' (which this poem isn't linked to), worry not! There's an update in the works! Enjoy the poem, people.
Surpassing loveliness
Is good enough to feast upon
So I feasted upon her
I, the pomegranate
Feasted upon bright Persephone
As she feasted upon me.
I hung, ripe and immobile
Promising death
And with the illusion of life
I trapped a goddess.
Her curious eyes swallowed me
I tempted her to swallow more
I glistened for her
In my moment of glory.
She may have eaten me
But in the end, I ate her
I let her tear at my flesh
I let her split me open
I let her look upon my seeds
Nestled bright within me
Bright and ripe for the picking
My juices sip at her fingers
As her trembling, starving, hands
Clutch at my life.
She tears my heart out
I bleed and she eats
And I laugh
And the Underworld laughs with me.
She knows not to eat
But she eats
I compel her to eat
Death compels her to eat
The myth compels her to eat.
Her sweet mouth, sweeter still
With my aftertaste
Drips a brilliant, juicy red
Red like blood
Red like a warning
Against forbidden fruit.
We both bleed together for this
We are both split open
We are both satisfied with the taste
And horrified at the consequences
We both belong to Death now
Now and forever.
I, the pomegranate, sing
And dripping red Persephone
Is my song.
A/N: Well, it's a poem about a pomegranate, which also contains heavy references to the myth of Hades and Persephone. I'll admit that it's short and pointless but I got inspired. Also, if any readers are wondering about the status of 'Epitaph Empress' (which this poem isn't linked to), worry not! There's an update in the works! Enjoy the poem, people.
Surpassing loveliness
Is good enough to feast upon
So I feasted upon her
I, the pomegranate
Feasted upon bright Persephone
As she feasted upon me.
I hung, ripe and immobile
Promising death
And with the illusion of life
I trapped a goddess.
Her curious eyes swallowed me
I tempted her to swallow more
I glistened for her
In my moment of glory.
She may have eaten me
But in the end, I ate her
I let her tear at my flesh
I let her split me open
I let her look upon my seeds
Nestled bright within me
Bright and ripe for the picking
My juices sip at her fingers
As her trembling, starving, hands
Clutch at my life.
She tears my heart out
I bleed and she eats
And I laugh
And the Underworld laughs with me.
She knows not to eat
But she eats
I compel her to eat
Death compels her to eat
The myth compels her to eat.
Her sweet mouth, sweeter still
With my aftertaste
Drips a brilliant, juicy red
Red like blood
Red like a warning
Against forbidden fruit.
We both bleed together for this
We are both split open
We are both satisfied with the taste
And horrified at the consequences
We both belong to Death now
Now and forever.
I, the pomegranate, sing
And dripping red Persephone
Is my song.
