Haunted Persephone

She was like Persephone, the embodiment of youth, with rosy cheeks, flowers blooming in her hair and birds sining sweetly in her ear. But alas, like Persephone, she was marked by a terrible darkness – Death, who was always breathing down her delicate neck- a constant reminder that her time in paradise would never be but a taste of a beautiful forever, so long as Hell lay beneath her feet.

© J.G.

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