The Curse of Persephone

As the day bleeds into nightfall and the moon starts to shine

A woman sits by the creek in a forest full of pines

Surrounded by the ravenous wolves yearning for her flesh

She stares at the beast who keeps her chained for the pack

Hoping that one day she would take back her dignity

She offers herself every night to the monsters who sold their morality

When the night is dark and the wolves all asleep

She looks down in the water and laughs at her grief

Wondering how the beauty turned out to be her enemy

Almost as if it was the curse of Persephonie

As in the box of Pandora, there's one thing that forever lives

Hidden deep inside her box-like heart is the hope to change her destiny

Clinging to this hidden gem, she can still endure countless miseries

But how beautiful the world is outside, she keeps having reveries

And as long as she lives, she will hold on

To the dreams of her past that still keep her strong

And on a stormy night when the wolves are dire

She would wear the thunder and burn them with her fire

Rising up from the ground, she would break the chains of affliction

Fulfilling her every dream is still her undying conviction

- Anirudh Bhardwaj

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