The Rape of Persephone
And there She stood. A still composure that stemmed from a lucidity that lies beyond Rage.
The Art of Martinique Louise Fisher
The Swan
And she flew above Heaven itself, with a seemingly self-destructive pride, And there she would remain. Alone. Out of reach untill her age of decadence, when she would realize that she did not mean to be Alone. Some things come with thier own punishment.