When I first heard his thick voice,
It was like I had been struck by lightning.
There was something about him
That made me lose all sense of direction.
Eyes like obsidian,
Long silky hair and a pallor so white.
He was a beautiful dream;
I followed him through the lonely meadow.
But that was a grave mistake,
And we were then swallowed by the darkness.
The underworld is cold, bleak;
But there is something pleasant about it.
He grows me my own garden,
And we dance among the fields of flowers.
Sweet, sticky pomegranate–
It is a such an acrid taste on my lips.
Spring comes and I say goodbye,
Three dull months to be away from my love.
I am the Queen of Darkness,
And my black throne will not long be empty.