Poems From The Heart

persphone

In the haunting chords of Tamino's song,
A lament unfolds, a tale so strong.
"Persephone," a melody profound,
Echoes a myth, where sorrows abound.

From ancient times, a myth takes flight,
Persephone's plight, a sorrowful night.
A goddess fair, in meadows she roamed,
Innocence claimed, in a destiny foamed.

Hades, the god of the underworld's reign,
Captivated by Persephone's beauty, a bane.
In shadows deep, he devised a plan,
To claim the goddess, a love began.

The earth trembled as darkness unfurled,
Persephone, ensnared in the underworld.
A pomegranate seed sealed her fate,
Bound to Hades, in shadows innate.

Imagine the anguish, the goddess's cry,
Torn from the heavens, a radiant sky.
A realm of flowers, where laughter did bloom,
Now echoed with whispers of impending doom.

A mother's sorrow, Demeter's despair,
As Persephone vanished into the underworld's lair.
Ravished by grief, a maternal wail,
The goddess mourned, her spirit frail.

Yet, in the underworld's cavernous hold,
Persephone's spirit, a story unfolds.
A captive in shadows, yet strength within,
A goddess resilient, amidst the sin.

Tamino's song, a mournful grace,
Echoes the myth, in its haunting embrace.
A melody that captures Persephone's sighs,
As darkness cloaked her in somber skies.

Feel her anguish, her silent plea,
As Hades claimed her, unwillingly.
A goddess forced into shadows' retreat,
Her essence entwined in a fate bittersweet.

Persephone, the maiden of the spring,
In the underworld's clasp, a captive's wing.
Yet, in her sorrow, a resilience weaves,
A goddess bound, yet never bereaved.

So, in Tamino's song, the myth lives on,
A poignant echo of Persephone's dawn.
In the chords and verses that softly entwine,
A tale of sorrow, in the underworld's sign.