Persephone is not merely the brightly colored flowers of the spring, grinning under a cloudless sky. She is the dark earth beneath them. You think her home is just life? Fool. It’s the darkness, the eternal, the rebirth. Her home is the promise of death, and the beginnings, the changes, it will always bring. She arrives and she ushers in each new green child, and tells them, Don’t worry, my darlings, you’ll see the dark again. I know you’re exposed up here. I know this is the part that must end. I know that here you feel alone. Persephone was not mere hapless victim; she stole herself away as well because she knew that there was more underneath. She knew that each new beginning was only promised after an end, and if that meant she had to kill to start anew, then that was her role. She brushes aside the praise for easy spring mornings, for light breezes and sunshine and saplings, because those are only the natural outcome. She knows the work lies in the dark, in the fight, in the chaos. Persephone may be the daughter of spring but she is also the queen of hell and if you do not think that she holds that latter title with pride you will never understand her power.
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Persephone is one of my favorite stories, from the time I was a child because I already understood the light and the dark.
I love this with my whole heart. It's incredible.
Gosh you’ve knocked me speechless again!