fall / Persephone / poem / underworld

Bride of the Midnight Sun

“Sink down, sink down, sink deeper and sink deep,
Into eternal and primordial sleep.
Sink down, forget, be still and draw apart
Into the inner earth’s most secret heart.
Drink of the waters of Persephone,
The secret well beside the sacred tree.
I am that secret queen, Persephone.
All tides are mine, and answer unto me.
Tides of the air, tides of the inner earth,
The secret silent tides of death and birth—
Tides of men’s souls, and dreams, and destiny—
Isis veiled and Rhea, Binah, Ge.”



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