Cora - 3.3.17

Married to death's dark hand,
Beneath this gloomy and charred land,
Marred by sands molten and fiery;
Trapped by ambitions hazy
Concocted by a mind crazy,
Beyond the reach of mortals lazy;
She walks.

Locks of her hair golden grow
As lover lost, his emboldened plot sowed.
Roots sink deep, a fate bestowed.
Entering the domain of the king
He sings, in search of his queen
For a cause most serene,
He's seen.

Dogs three guarding the entrance,
Seduced by song and perseverance;
Death angered assumes a trance to renew balance
To his realm, his dungeon, his sense;
Sad notes echo, his voice heard, she stumbles forward.
She glows, remembers as he walks toward;
Hearts stirred.

Murdered, death can only watch and hope,
Attempts to cope denied, destiny snatched,
Granted to a couple matched.
Escape nearing, Hades fearing, plants doubt,
Praying for love's flame to flicker out;
Their fate guaranteed, death's hand buried,
She's freed.