Persephone

A Shakespearean Sonnet for dverse

her hair flowed freely as she did her dance
beneath the clouds in dainty seamless grace
admired by smitten swains her form enhanced
with golden ringlets blowing in her face
she drove them mostly mad unto distraction
her ink blue eyes could pierce a milk white heart
to purple hue love arrows shot in  action
from  cupid's bow frieze drawn and poised in art
the slate grey sky did split the earth and rumble
a gnarled black hand grabbed tight and pulled her down
to darkness had-es bleak with rolling tumble
where no bird lived in realm of moans and frown
she ate the seeds and acted out of kindness
not knowing that she'd sealed her fate with blindness