Pain of Demeter
oh Hades
your sorrow caused
fills my glass so thick
the things you take
I shall not give
I drink of your sad thrill
a moment of this lonely chill
your region is an empty one
though filled with many things that were
for the sake of loneliness you take
my joy
my pride
my better fate
and leave me with a song to sing
to call the winter into being
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