**NOTE: As with most of the gods' stories there is a lot of variation so admittedly I cobbled together bits from different sources and periods and mystery traditions as I liked best (for example I include the less common version in which Dionysus is Demeter's son rather than her grandson, so I kept the story about Baubo the woman who hosted her, which features him as Demeter's child (but left out the part about flashing your guest as entertainment))... also there doesn't seem to be much of a chronological flow for events tied to her so I did my best to make one
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In early days I was an heir
Of earth and all that grows
And with the Lord of Sky I bore
A child that all would know
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For stolen from my care was she
Young merry maid so fair
And borne away to gloomy dark
Where keep the dead their lair
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By stream and field and mountainside
Did I search high and low
Then did report make way to me
Of her ride down below
From flowered field 'neath golden sun
While choosing blooms was she
Was maiden taken like the breeze
By his ravish spree
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But then her father said to me
Did by my leave he come
Then at my wrath so deep and fierce
Did crops then shrink and numb
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So in despair did I then flee
And grieved I wandered far
To find a hope if so I may
To fetch her from his car
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