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The Lay of Hades

At last I wearied of the dark

My heart and eyes sensed only dark


Above the blooming violets met me

With petals pale and centers dark


Across the meadow, lithe and winsome

Earth’s daughter tarried with tresses dark


Her face, the sun, she turned away

And plunges fields in yearning dark


Lamenting I sank in the soil

to brood alone in my halls of dark


Her vision haunts once peaceful dreams

and sick with longing, my thoughts turned dark


As fleet as frost I grabbed her up

And dragged her down to brighten the dark


To my cold hearth I brought her weeping

My treasure safe, well-cloaked by dark


I wooed with gold, I wooed with meat

and finest wines, rich, bold, and dark


Her face, the sun, she turned away

and plunged the fields to scornful dark


At last relenting, six seeds she took

and stained her lips with telling dark


And with that stain, Earth’s cycle’s sealed

the year is halved by light and dark


In Summer gone, yet with the snow

The Queen returns and shines through the dark









The above is a ghazal,  a Persian style of poetry employing a series of couplets (no less than 5, no more than 15).  The first pair are rhymed and each subsequent couplet ends with the rhymed word.  This ghazal uses iambic tetrameter.
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