Hades gives Persephone the pomegranate

Hades gives Persephone the pomegranate

At first I thought, Daddy?
squinting in the shadows when I saw his face,
alone at the bar.
So many similarities to the picture
mother keeps on the mantel,
that squared jaw, those cold grey eyes.

His ravishing grin drew me in,
the way he treated me like a grown-up.
He bought me cocktails, whispers of pomegranate in the bottom of the glass.
(How many is this? Four? Five? Six?)
I laughed and laughed, though he wasn`t joking.

And so what if, at the end of this story,
with a ring on my finger and a castle
to boot, you find out that my prince
is prince of nothing but darkness?
I knew what I was doing.
I was prepared for a long dance with death.

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