The harsh wind blows by Turned sweet by one A goddess sweet, not sly Who roams meadows for fun One day while she was plucking flowers The ground surged up to claim her Because she had no such powers She allowed trouble to stir Dusk turns to Dawn The Sun to Moon No grass for the fawn No beauty emerging in the cocoon Her people searched Through the violets and the mist Their stomachs lurched At the thought of her ceasing to exist Zeus and Demeter convened They proposed a deal with Death Half a year with you, they said Half a year with us, no less During the half of which Persephone was away Winter was brought Yet while Persephone was close Winter would be forever fought Persephone in the Meadow 15 by Shivam Gupta ’31
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