Persephone yes, he reflects but to possess is to be possessed to stress and obsess and if love is a game of chess it follows that it is the mighty queen who puts the king in check mated in the flesh, for it is she who raided his chest, now he, bereft of breath, must breathe her essence, less he is left with a she-shaped crevice where his heart use to be. True, Hades duped Persephone and fed her his blessed seeds but she is her own her light, she took his when she stepped to leave. His vision now dim, his kingdom now grim, He is now nameless for without she, he is not him. A pilgrim, He waits for her blessing A pauper, a possessor possessed of his possession Let me know if you dig it, for more of my work click here