Persephone
Lips as ripe as roses
a crown born of bone
A woman may master both extremes
if she wishes to hold her own
Let your smile be soft
but remember your fangs
for men forget pretty things oft
not wish to let their freedom hang
Let them tremble let them fear
master both dainty and dark
so only close allies stay near
Sweet Persephone
all that I love
Bless me with balance
As is below is above
This poem is about:
Me
Our world