Blood-red droplets drip down my lips and stain my fingers.
An ode to naivete.
Demeter's mercurial moods; is it a mother's grief at the loss of innocence or is it grief at the loss of control?
The flowers wither.
Is it rapture or seduction?
Blood-stained sheets.
Naiveté withered and replaced by a snow cold power.
They wanted an untouched woman, so she became untouchable.
A butterfly made of steel.
Blood-red smile and bittersweet memories.
There are flowers that bloom in darkness and are watered by moonlight.
A soft-beauty only to those initiated.
Do not speak her name.
Chthonic and ethereal to rule over damnation.
The Dread Persephone; Goddess of Spring and Death.