The Bewitching of Proserpina
By: Imrogue
The night was still...
Bewitched
by the magical spell
of tender moments together...
Harkened melodious love songs...
and created tidal waves...
pulled by the moon and the sun.
An incarnate of suffering...
Came to light...
Came upon her...
Divulged his heart into hers!
Sweetness...
spellbinding...
...but knowledge persisted
to disenchant
...beautiful Proserpina