Lover, tell me, if you’re able,
who’s gonna lay the wedding table?
Times being what they are:
dark, and getting darker all the time.
and hades is the king of the scythe and the sword
he covers the world in the color of rust
he scrapes the sky and scars the earth
and he comes down heavy and hard on us
but even the hardest of hearts unhardened
suddenly when he saw her there
Persephone in her motherʻs garden
sun on her shoulders, wind in her hair
the smell of the flowers she held in her hand
and the pollen that fell from her fingertips
and suddenly Hades was only a man