Soft-stepping Persephone, surefooted you go
through thick-grown fields and slick-stoned caves, each realm your own.
Fair-haired bride of Hades, bright Helios saw you taken,
torn from the world, from your mother's arms, to the deep
unknown, to the home of the dead, to reign as queen
over all who have passed from life, from family.
Persephone, child of the green earth, who knows well
of joy and of solemnity, I pray to you.
Garlanded with flowers, enthroned in darkness,
awesome in beauty, terrifying in might,
friend and guardian of those dear ones lost to us,
goddess who one day will rule us all, I praise you.
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