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Welcome To The Dark
Welcome To The Dark
Welcome To The Dark
by E. J. Ward
The pomegranate is the fruit of hell
As I know well
Its always given to ladies
Who go down to Hades
This Darkness is the realm my dishy Prince
Lord of the Underworld
I captured that bright day when I was picking flowers
They say he captured me
How little they know of dark and light
For I possessed his soul
And saw in his dark thighs the answer to my bright
I am Queen of Hades a shining child
Lucid serene and calm
Feeding off music and starlight
I know no harm
My Lord is in my power as I am in his
I am his answer to everything
As he is mine I am sure of this
Except Oh except that on Spring mornings
My soul aches for dew on the grass
For trembling sunlight caught in the trees
For clouds that pass
And I weep for the swoop of the swallow
For the last twilight glimmer
For the hush of sunset
And the held breath of dawn on a morning in summer
And I listen Oh how I listen
For the tiny sound of the fly
For the soft creak of an ancient oak
For the flurry of homing birds in an ominous sky
Sickened with weeping and wanting
Huddled apart and alone
His great heart melts with pity then