the autumn had always been her favourite season,
as a child, crimson colours and falling foliage
had felt like a red carpet into the next world
and as she grew older, she would weave maple leaves
into the raven haired girl, announcing she was Persephone,
cackling as she berated Hades
time flowed like water, akin to the stream she sat by to fish
the essence of calm kept the world peaceful
in her times of strife,
and when she hid away in her lake
her raven girl would leave flower trails leading home
wasn’t Hades supposed to be the one who kidnapped you?
who said Persephone wasn’t willing?
it had been a long time since she had lived among the dead
is this what faith felt like?