The Rapture of Persephone
Persephone on the line between death and life
Half a year in the shadows of night,
The other half pale but happy in the sun;
Mediating in the tide of growth and decay.
"I didnt want to come here, but now
I revel in the dark embrace of my mate,
Bringing spiritual sunlight into these gloomy halls,
Softening the starkness of his icy grip.
I dance and dance
On the dark current,
In the dark light,
Twirling in shadows:
Casting life on death,
Sowing the seeds of fertility
In the realm of the cold god
Whom I call my own."
Hades, ruler of wandering, wailing shadows,
Who took her in the sun, burdened by his task,
And brought her on fiery horses to these caves of woe
To keep him company in his lonely reveries.
"I dance and dance
In deaths bitterness,
Take the cold tides
As they come:
Bringing music to the deep,
Enticing the shadows to a smile;
Light the burden of the lover
Whom I call my own.
I have the power of joy,
The force of warmth
In a world of ice;
The light of love
In the grimness of eternity:
I am life in death
And growth in decay,
The spring in wintertime,
Laughter in a tide of tears!"