The Logos of Persephone
Again I fall, and laugh as I do
For there is joy in rising once more anew
and looking upon the world fresh and light.
For my drudgery and service are but a small part
Of my life. The joy in the face as I return
to two homes in sequence, neither the greater.
For I could never live soley in Olympus
the air and light weighs heavy upon a soul
that seeks instead the touch of soil and the silence.
The company of friends, and the relaying of the bills
of life that are paid each year unto memory.
Dreams and truth becoming one as the spirals turn.
So again I rise, to take in the worlds love
Celebration among those that hunger,
frustration among those who collect the rents,
liberation for those that dance again.
But as all things, eventually the duty comes
and I return, laden with parcels and missives
a mail call for the place where man's host waits
for my words, my hope and my love.
The elation of the shade to a mention,
Each prayer and recollection a morsel
a treat sent from home for the resting hero.
For another secret I shall relay to you heroes,
As you proudly stand upon your bows and sail
for those lofty fields you have been promised.
When the games and duties have grown too heavy
and the prayers lie in hoards upon your altars
It is no matter at all to put them aside
and find a quiet contemplation among the throngs
who are content with fond memory, and no curses
left in piles of offal among the ambrosia.
Gods too, can put aside their great works
and their great temples. They can choose to remain
within the world, and diminish happily.
For when Hades wrestles he does not do so
As a God among men. For what good is a game
where the end is known to the oracle?
Better to start the game afresh each year.
And trust yourself to play better next time.