Persephone- to Hades

Love Hades. Absolutely perfect gentleman.

Your hands, my Lord,

They smell of mint.

Rainwashed mint

That grows by the river,

Styx they call it.

Your voice, my Lord,

Is full of valerian,

That they use sometimes

To dull the pain

Of the brokenhearted.

Your eyes, my Lord,

Are deeper than deep,

Amber-green, shifting colours

As the rivers

Of the underworld.

Your songs, my Lord,

Are made of honey and willowbark,

Roses and blood,

Bittersweet red

Of the pomegranates.

You call and I answer,

Leaving my flowers,

My thoughts and my chores,

For who can resist

The power Of Hades?...