Persephone

Life of a plantlet

Begins as a sprout

Then carries the buds of the morrow.

Pampered by sunlight

Fed by the rain

It grows its claws deeper

And deeper over the days.

Yet a day comes

When it has to sleep off

A night that never ends.

My heart is cold

I taste the dark

I am the goddess of death.

I follow you closely

A step behind you

Impregnable to lazy eyes.

A breath behind the back of your neck

I never leave your side.

Flickering lights

The frozen wind

The clock is ticking away.

You cannot buy me

Or disguise your ageing self from me.

Unstoppable

Inevitable

One day it's all to end.

I cannot be hated

Or be stated

As I'm undefined.

I am beyond life,

Above all pain

I am the goddess of death.

Ardhraprakash
(wrote in class 12, 2011)