Persefone en su Reino

Little girl is lost no more,
a regal queen she has now become.
The grief of death and loneliness
shines in her eyes 'till morning come.

In red she dresses her alabaster skin,
like the blood covered moon on hunter's night.
delicate poppies in her alabaster grip,
her only companions in death under the stars alight.

©Katherine Graterol, 2009.