and his name,
leave his throne,
escape his face.
The hell you live in now,
He made it.
Hades tricked Persephone into eating enchanted pomegranate seeds so that she would have to remain with him for a portion of the year.
And from her lips,
spilt the poisoned seeds of his deceit,
ruby red, and glowing are the ties that bind her now;
enamoured by his false enchantment,
lusting only that which the fruit reflects.
How cunning, how sad,
that the reason she stayed,
was for lack of choice;
for lack of will.
That, Young Innocent,
is not the love that you deserve,
not the love you ought to chaste,
nor the love that you must chase.