abstract, Art, Digital drawing, Greco Romano, Mythology, poetry

Seasoned spice

Sway, sway

into my face

I stay,

in long embrace of what august did say,

a change of when that old fool,

wanted none but to be young again,

Hades, Hades go ahead rape

the land as you take away Perspheone

away from her hand,

bring her back,

as promised

when April rain falls

upon each land.

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