korê khthonia
This is true: she loves her husband.
This is true: she never looks back as she leaves him.
Year after century after millenia; they walk hand in hand, in silence, until the sunlight shows. Persephone kisses him, sweet and lingering and I'll be back, she says with a smile as her hand presses against his face.
I promise and she turns away and she runs
for she is the corn planted and waiting
she is the oak struggling towards the sun
she is the trees, the flowers, the seedlings waiting and growing
and it's green
and it's green
and it's green
This is true: she never looks back as she leaves him.
Year after century after millenia; they walk hand in hand, in silence, until the sunlight shows. Persephone kisses him, sweet and lingering and I'll be back, she says with a smile as her hand presses against his face.
I promise and she turns away and she runs
for she is the corn planted and waiting
she is the oak struggling towards the sun
she is the trees, the flowers, the seedlings waiting and growing
and it's green
and it's green
and it's green