The Garden of Persephone

Where will we end up when we die? In the Garden of Persephone of course.

Black roses intertwined
Posinous grapes perfect
for deadly wine
Hawthorne twisted and
running through the
Garden of Persephone

Hemlock weeds shade
the dangerous path
Dead leaves litter the sides
of towering Holly trees
and poison ivy grows everywhere
in the Garden of Persephone

Come in, further along
past the weeping willows
past the broken spirts
and dead souls
Beyond life, past the Gates of Hades
into the Garden of Persephone

Here the paths are paved
with your fear and dread
The plants thrive on your nightmares
and whispering soul
But don't worry, you don't belong
in the Garden of Persephone...

Yet.