The falling leaves and falling steps

Her crown she wears again

Her mother weeps, the Earth grows cold

But still a joy exists

In Springtime she is Kore

Maiden pure and fair

We grow within her gaze

As do all who seek her blessings

In Summer we prepare

For as the sun begins to set

We know the days are numbered

We welcome her departure, and hate to see her go

And when Boreas’ north winds blow

She sits far below the earth

Ruler - Queen of Hades

Upon an ebony throne

Was it choice or was it destiny

The day that she was stolen,

Was it chance or was it fate

That gave her life, a new

Was it accident or miracle

That we should know her still

Was it choice or was it destiny

I do not know, and never will.

Credit: Aön Re - Temple Hyacinthus

Written for / at the request of @pomegranatebones

"Hymn to Persephone. Daughter of Zeus, Persephone divine, come, blessed queen, and to these rites incline: only-befotten, Plouton’s honoured wife, O venerable Goddess, source of life: 'tis thine in earth’s profundities to dwell, fast by the wide and dismal gates of hell. Zeus’ holy offspring, of a beauteous mien, Praxidike, subterranean queen. The Eumenides’ source, fair-haired, whose frame proceeds from Zeus’ ineffable and secret seeds. Mother of Eubouleos, sonorous, divine, and many-formed, the parent of the vine. Associate of the Horai, essence bright, all-ruling virgin, bearing heavenly light. With fruits abounding, of a bounteous mind, horned, and alone desired by those of mortal kind. O vernal queen, whom grassy plains delight, sweet to the smell, and pleasing to the sight : whose holy form in budding fruits we view, earth’s vigorous offspring of a various hue : espoused in autumn, life and death alone to wretched mortals from thy power is known : for thine the task , according to thy will, life to produce, and all that lives to kill. Hear, blessed Goddess, send a rich increase of various fruits from earth, with lovely peace : send health with gentle hand, and crown my life with blest abundance, free from noisy strife; last in extreme old age the prey of death, dismiss me willing to the realms beneath, to thy fair palace and the blissful plains where happy spirits dwell, and Plouton reigns."

Source: theoi.com/Khthonios/Persephone.html

Returning to Her Kingdom

As the Daemones there rejoice

Her King bows low in adoration

As He takes her hand

She, his Queen and Love

She, the cause of Autumn

She, the bridge between

The living and the dead

She takes the ice cold stairs

To where it sits in waiting

Her throne of ebony splendor

A pedestal of power

O let us sing Persephone

A name fit for a conqueror

O let us sing Her praises

Now and forever more

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In springtime She departs

Reunited with the living

But for now it is Autumn-

And our Queen is finally Home

Credit: Aön Re - Temple Hyacinthus