Pomegranate on my lips
I had no idea
your sweetness
was a death sentence

Offered by your hands
for a lifetime
I was forced to return to you
and once again feel the agony of our parting

To re-live the moment
when I looked into your eyes
and found the echoes of my own soul

Now ripped forth
into the kingdom of the living
dry and sun worn
the corn is dying on the plant

Once this was your place
we walked in the tall grass
you offered me the food from your lips
and proclaimed it sacred 
The raw starchy kernels
burst under my teeth
filling my mouth
with the milk of life

How did we turn to dying?
You offering the fruit that keeps me here forever.

 -Corbyhawk as Persephone

Afar away the light that brings cold cheer
Unto this wall, - one instant and no more
Admitted at my distant palace-door
Afar the flowers of Enna from this drear
Dire fruit, which, tasted once, must thrall me here.
Afar those skies from this Tartarean grey
That chills me: and afar how far away,
The nights that shall become the days that were.

Afar from mine own self I seem, and wing
Strange ways in thought, and listenfor a sign:
And still some heart unto some soul doth pine,
O, Whose sounds mine inner sense in fain to bring,
Continually together murmuring) —
'Woe me for thee, unhappy Proserpine'.
— D. G. Rossetti

Pomegranate
on my lips
I had no idea
your sweetness
was a death sentence




-kaw kaw kiryee by the Corbyhawk herself
who misses you, the one who is still here still marking time in moments you