Deadline

The sweetest summer gift of all

Is knowing spring gives way to fall

And when the winds of winter call,

We’ll answer as we must.

Persephone chose to descend

Into the night that has no end,

In Hades’ hands she goes to spend

Her nights amidst the dust.

For Hades holds his loved ones dear,

Away from life, away from fear,

And so when death is drawing near,

In Hades’ hands we trust.

—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, June 23, 2041