Persephone

I am the maiden of spring.
Flowers bloom in the concave of earth
Where my feet pass.
New life bursting forth,
Eternally youthful and jubilant.
I coax daffodils through winter's last snow.
I sprinkle cherry blossoms in the sky.
I call forth azalea, sweet pea, dandelion.

I am the queen of the underworld.
Each soul christened into death with my embrace.
An Iris remembered, I rule in death unfolding,
Eternally savoring the shadow, sitting with grief.
I draw the dead to my bosom.
I bless you with my witness, my fingertips and pomegranate.
I illuminate the path into the dark World.

I am the maiden of spring.
I am the queen of the underworld.
I hold the sacrament of life and death
I am the maiden of spring.
I am the queen of the underworld.
I gift you the sacrament of life and death.