Persephoneia
O! sweet Creature, where doth thou beauty bloom?
Thy love is faire, pure, like Gaia's blessed
Painting. From up in Elysium, gilded
In flora your beauteous weeds consume.
Like divine grains, thou sprang by Ceres' womb.
O Nature's great maiden, leave me enthralled
Though fated to Heav'n, now left unbloomed.
Taketh my fruits, and leave thy earthly tomb.
O! sweet Creature, forgive my unholy light,
May I seek thy love, for this bless'd night?
Once my forbidden muse, now undead bride,
Thou'st now a Queen, the Underworld's Pride.
Though Gaia may weep, and Ceres mourn
Tartarus thrives, a dark goddess born.
- Mercurio
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