PERSEPHONE DARLING

How do you wish to be remembered,

Maiden of the meadow and Queen of the dead men walking?

Do you find power at its best as you walk among the dead,

Soothing their minds,

Tossing coins onto the riverbank,

Hoping the extra dozen will go unnoticed,

Because even as you walk the land of the dead by dusk

You have a kind heart,

And a gentle spirit that could pity any man.

Or, do you find power at its best as you walk among the flowers,

Tying string around a new bouquet of lavender wings and marigold roots,

Hoping your touch will help them rot,

Because even as you walk the land of the living by dawn,

You wear a crown of thorns

And sit on a throne of skulls by night.

You feel power in both realms-

The realm of the dead and the realm of the living-

But never in between.

What’s that old saying again?

As above, so below.