11-27-2014, 03:50 AM
Six months, too short, have slipped away
And now she must leave me...
Now flowers in the world above
Bloom for Persephone.
The mortals in that upper realm
Rejoice and sing their songs,
But little do they know that here
Is where my dear belongs.
Though "here" is somewhat cold and dark
It's where she wants to be -
Just six more months until my bride
At last returns to me.
And now she must leave me...
Now flowers in the world above
Bloom for Persephone.
The mortals in that upper realm
Rejoice and sing their songs,
But little do they know that here
Is where my dear belongs.
Though "here" is somewhat cold and dark
It's where she wants to be -
Just six more months until my bride
At last returns to me.