Persephone Touches Down

There once was a myth
that was weaved beneath the rainbow
She thought it was a hero
she had seen standing there

But storm clouds overruled
that sweet, delicious sunset
And he was gone, cross the Atlas
on magic wings with wake of thin air

And she boiled and bubbled
beneath her skin
Because the world he’d abandoned
was far too heavy to bear

Until she met the Knight
that was the rainbow --
And the lands wept
as Mother Nature restored her fair.