Persephone’s Poem (Spell)

“As old as this ruse is,
is the ancient Angel,
whose peace never came.
Silently roams in the abyss,
the metaphor of a devil,
shackled within hate and shame.

Temptation to those yearning,
a thousand millennia,
passed as a weeping rose.
Appreciation to those learning,
innocence within an aura,
blood shrouded these woes.
Seduction is my vehemence, as my soul is purely crafted.”

The spell Persephone chanted when she was brewing her potion of temptation. The entire process went nearly according to plan, until Mephistopheles came barging in and had to confront her with the hard and disappointing truth.

Have just been re-reading the first chapters of my novel (proofreading actually) and felt inclined to share the poem(s) here ♥