Kore
I descended beneath the earth
To spend my life and youth in hell
By the side of the lord of death
The barren king who was myself

My mother didn't care, I thought
That she was of her child bereaved
Bitter and lost I never saw
That wrapped in winter's shroud she grieved

"Return to me my dearest child,"
The yearning mother sadly said
I didn't heed nor care because
I was already with the dead

 

 

© Amber Drake 2024
 

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