An Offering For Hades and Persephone

Persephone casts a spell, her forlorn sigh becomes the yellow gold bestowed upon the Amaltas ... Perhaps she longs for the cold breeze from the land of Hades and the soothing embrace of the forsaken God.

Tis the season of the golden showers, warm winds, sun dried leaves and iced drinks.

The mornings are cold and feather light...as the day progresses the muggy atmosphere gulps down the noon hours with an effort, perhaps the evening will bring respite with mad coloured skies and a mellowed sun. The twilight ushers in the warm night. Stars shinning with a fervour like guards of an ancient pantheon of Gods. To Persephone the gods above are still distant compared to the deity of the underworld, she now has an appetite for the dark.

The cool distant dream of the murky afterworld brings a smile to her face, for she is Kore and Persephone, the goddess divine, but all she can do till Autumn is to kiss the plumerias and turn them blood maroon.

~For Hades and Persephone~