Persephone

by

McKenna Byrne

Oh go and lie upon that bed
And lift your lovely thigh;
Let all of midnight be your groom
To ride you through the sky.

Be urged and whispered to and cursed;
Be whipped and ridden hard
Across the stars to Pleasure's Peak
Then back into your yard.

And when you've ruled your realm of lies
My dark Persephone,
You'll find behind your morning eyes
The memory of me.

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