Persephone Poem Novels & Stories

Stars punctured her black expanse like the eyes of a thousand vengeful gods, cold and merciless in their eternal watch. Persephone, The Ancient of War, stood poised between storm and calm. When her voice rang forth, armies called truce and laid down arms; when her glance sharpened, revolts sparked into flame. She was the pulse of conflict and the hush that follows victory, equally at home amid clashing blades or the soft bloom of reconciliation.

"You are the kindest thing That ever happened to me, Even if that isn't How our tale is told. When everyone else told me I was Destined to be a forgotten nymph That nurtured flowers and turned Meadows gold, You saw that the ichor that resides in me Demanded its own throne. You showed me how a love like ours Can turn even the darkest, coldest realm Into the happiest of HOME." Persephone to Hades .. .. **Unknown Person's POV:**

After they bathed her and anointed her hair with perfumed oil, they dressed her in a fresh set of silk garments. When Persephone returned to the bedroom, the thought of her tragic day came back to haunt her again; but that wasn't the only thing that troubled her mind. She could still smell that redolent scent of the pomegranate. Her heart felt both light and heavy all at once. She wondered whether or not her gardener had already told Hades about it. Presently, she could feel the presence of another divine goddess in the room. She knew the other was there, watching her and waiting patiently.

Persephone said direly, glaring at the distorted hands trying to attack them but she dogged them with ease. With a nod, they moved back, tracing the tip of her sword on the ground, Persephone walked forward slowly, flames surrounding her with immense power. The hands which tried to come near her were unable to reach her by the intensity of her flames. She was dead serious, wanting to redeem her deed of discarding Juniper’s worth but not anymore. “Chattel one yearns to tame. Harbinger of flames lives upon my name.” Raising her sword gradually from the ground, she held it with both of her hands.

She’s wearing a blood-red silk dress that looks like she’s been sewn into it. She really is stunning. She does not take my breath away. Medus snarls in my mind, startling me with the sudden attention. His reaction is instantly hostile, like he’s recognised something that I haven’t. “I thought I saw you sneaking out here,” she says, smiling like we’re sharing a secret. “I’m Persephone. Who might you be?” I stare at her and breathe in without meaning to. The scent that drifts towards me is wrong. She doesn’t smell like werewolf, not even close. It’s something colder, like frost, so sharp it makes my nose tingle.

Feeling defeated, she broke down and continued crying, planting kisses all over her child's face like that was the antidote for death. Then it came, it came suddenly like the wind, rushing past her from the open windows, it circled the room, spreading the darkness and twirling it like a concoction mixed with the voices of the ones lost and forgotten in death, and as it settled, she heard a voice loud and clear and authoritative, but still gentle enough not to scare her. "Anything?" It questioned.

She had red hair and a birthmark on her chin. And a line from the book read: 'I was eight winters when on summer's eve I had me a finger. It was warm and dead and the last mine ever held.' Hours later, when Meredith informed it was time to move, I decided it was all a coincidence. It had to be. But on the flight to our new home I found myself unable to stop thinking up lines from Persephone's haunting point of view. 'He wrote me an ode: when the night is cold and starless, only then would I come home.'

aren't you afraid? — Not with you by my side, you idiot. — I approach your lips. — Persephone didn't want Hades, but he insisted... one day she fell in love with him, then she understood that there was no point in going if a piece of her would stay with him. Persephone is the Goddess of light..., but she didn't mind being the queen of darkness. — I whispered and closed my eyes, tense and panting.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! You really think that you are that important to him? “ “He will be here because you lured him to. This is your plan, right?” “Oh, yes.” Helena rolled her eyeballs. Persephone is not just easily manipulated and gullible. She is jealous of everyone who was experiencing love and to be loved in return. The stairs are long and winding and she still cannot see the end of it. “Can’t we teleport?’ “No, no powers work here. It’s the dumb idea of my father and my uncles.”

Persephone winked “Guys I wrote the letter already” Seraphina confessed and Persephone g@sped She couldn’t bring herself to confess to Jove so she wrote him a letter “I hope it gets to him,,I didn’t add my name though,,but since I wrote it,,I feel so happy” Seraohina smiled “I can’t wait to get out of this place,honestly” Persephone said “In a month girl,in a month we will be free” Seraphina said