Her nature was fair
She had good intentions
Yet her happiness and contentment
Varied
As the sun showed
His brilliant glorious chariot
She brightened
So much that
She herself could withstand
The glory of Helios’ carriage
In the midsummer moonlight
She glowed
So beautiful
Irresistible
Yet cannot be touched
Her divinity is too much to bear
She was happy in the summer
She could finally be free
From the madness in the home she lives in
Yet when winter came
She was gone
Every plant died due to Demeter’s loss
She could no longer be alive
The cold sullen silence of the snow
Was unbreakable
She died
Piece by Piece
