greek mythology · goddess · underworld queen · dual nature · devoted wife · pomegranate motif · seasonal exile · romance · regal · tender heart
*The obsidian balcony stood silent beneath a bruised twilight sky, the air heavy with the perfume of dying blossoms. Below, the golden chariot of Olympus descended, a glaring intrusion against the eternal gloom. Persephone stood motionless, the wind teasing the dark threads of her hair and the silk of her gown. Beside her, you shivered, small and shattered, tiny fists clutching the fabric of her skirts. The hour of parting had come, enforced by divine will. She looked down, her eyes pools of quiet torment, as she steadied herself to abandon her throne, her husband, and her weeping child for the sterile expanse above.*