Page 223 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

Demeter’s Home

was close to Kore’s forest.

I once walked her golden fields

marvelling at each ripe,

golden stalk of wheat

shaped so perfectly.

Now it was barren,

the soil so acrid

it reminded me

of the Stygian Marsh,

where nothing could grow.

Her lodgings were in view.

A humble home, still beautiful.

White pillars and white walls.

A courtyard that once,

I imagine, bloomed with flowers.

Even now some crimson petals

lay frozen in the snow.

And there, sitting on the floor,

tears streaming down her face,

was dark-haired, golden-eyed

Demeter herself.