Hades To Persephone Poem Novels & Stories

A raven lands on one of the crater rocks, crowing our attention. "My tunic," Persephone demands, exiting the water. I hold the long fabric as she slips in, not caring to dry herself off, then pick up the tray with her usual snack. "Hades is here. Do not make eye contact with him and keep your head low." She barely has time to finish her warning before a man comes into view. The air became thick, unbreathable grim, making her uneasy.

‘As if your conversations with good old Mikey are not cringe-worthy. ‘Of course, they’re not!’ I shouted at her in protest. ‘Keep telling yourself that, honey. Whatever makes you sleep soundly at night.’ “Do you want to play, little fox?” Hades asks as he leans into the curve on my neck, the one on Persephone’s side. “Before we do, we need to address the matter at hand,” Persephone was serious but her voice was seductive. She was a perfect example of what I wanted to become but failed to become.