Summited by Eliana Savopoulos

The mother of spring,
Lays asleep in the luscious garden,
As The boiling sun beamed on her honey skin,
And as she recalls the crying storm-
An aching urge whispers in her ear,
Intoxicating her in a delirious euphoria,
Where the wind carries frantic rose petals;
a gorgeous symphony entangling in her cascading curls,
And trapping her in the ancient dewy forest.
But eventually-
His whispers call her back,
To the everlasting silence and misery,
Of the unhinged afterlife-
The underworld,
Where the endless clock keeps ticking,
And where Hades,
Shatters her memories,
Of the life she once had.