They tell her story

She wore silk dresses-

And flower crowns-

And she was loved,

And she was soft.

And then she was stolen!

This is the story they tell-

Of how she would pull rains from the clouds;

Of How the flowers beneath her feet, they turned black!

They do not speak of how she laughed

When the Icarus fell from the sky in the golden lume.

They do not speak,

Of how she grew flowers,

Because she had fell in love

With watching them fade and die.

And they do not speak –

Of how every night,

She pounded at the gates of hell,

Until they opened;

And how she let the drops of pain-

Drip from her smiling lips.

And of how-

Even the hades, they trembled;

Trembled under her gaze!