Kore,

beautiful,

youthful,

She walked with a spring in her
Step, and taunted the gazes of
Other gods. She breathed life,
Nurtured the ground to bloom
Into bright vibrant flowers

And fruits
Pomegranates were
Foreign to her. Rich and dark,
They had bled their flavour into
Her eternally young mouth. Her
Rebellion sealed her punishment.

Six months
it cost. Six months where
She could not be herself. Six months,
She would be Queen Persephone of
Hades; Chaos bringer, presiding over the
Dead. Six months, she was simply,

Youthful,

Beautiful,

Kore.