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her story is not just crimson pomegranates,
all of the splendour of spring bends to her will.
but this mortal maiden also sends shudders of fear
with one delicate footstep through all of hell.

she reigns over the birth of flowers and gentle beings,
raises baby birds in her lap, and with fawns she plays.
she reigns over demons and demise alike
and before her fury, even death himself pales.

━━━━ persephone girl

who else could tame the sun
other than a boy of gold
born melody-souled
and prophecy-tongued.

poetry in those veins,
healing in his eyes
but if he so desired
he could turn cities hollow.

the story goes that midas
had a golden touch, but
if gold could name itself,
it would choose to be named apollo

━━━━ the sun god


; both poems by nikita gill

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