© Columbine 2017
O child, sweet child, where have you gone? Who has taken my Daughter from me? This pain in my bosom has left me forlorn! My eyes search, but they do not see!
IIIIEEEE! I howl into darkness! Into light! Fierce, in the faces of All who deny the great Kosmic injustice done in their sight!
Where are you, O child? Who has snatched you away? Dare they come face me, to the Moirai, I pray! And over these lands, these streams, fallow grounds– I will traverse until you are found!
Blessed Daughter, fear not! This Earth, it shall suffer! There is no reprieve from unending winter! My tears, they fall, but cold are they now! Such icy despair, causing death all around!
And lo, Great Helios, sun in the sky, has shown me the truth of your perilous plight! To Zeus do I wail now– to burden, to shame– for trading your life for political aims!
Zeus! Hear me! I know the plan you have hidden from view! I demand her return, now, from that one so uncouth! Brother I did call him before, but never again! On my life, it is sworn!
Wise you may be, and strong, and feared, but a Mother fears nothing above her own Daughter’s tears! My child, my Kore, how she must weep in the dark Underworld, kept at vile Hades’ feet!
I will hear no more! I will not be swayed! You will have her sent here without delay! And, to be clear, should your messenger fail, there will be consequence; naught shall survive this absence of my providence!
Reason! O reason! Seen by one I despised! Zeus, perhaps I was harsh in my treatment! Now, as the Swift One delivers my prize, I at last see through my stony bereavement! Soon, my Kore returns to the land! Then all shall be well, and warm again!
O child, sweet child! Come here to my arms! What’s this? You say you have not been wronged? How can this be, sweet Daughter of mine? You willingly let yourself be entwined?
You have eaten the fruit of marriage, you say? And can not deny the part you have played? To bind yourself to the realm of the dead, you partook of the ritual and are glad to be wed?
Choice, you do call it, but rape is the word! You were stolen out right! No explanation was heard! Your Father, and Uncle, they schemed and forthwith, you were drawn into Earth through a cavernous rift!
I will not stand for this outcome! You know not your mind! Child, denounce complicity in this crime! State it now that under duress you were forced to comply with your captor’s requests!
Please, Zeus, you must intervene, and stop our Daughter becoming His Queen! Yes, I know you arranged it, but surely you’ll find that pity upon me is called for this time!
Wait! How many seeds did she eat? If not the whole fruit perhaps we may entreat Hades, our Brother, to do the right thing, and allow my dear Kore to return in the spring!
Three seeds from the fruit of the pomegranate? This is grave news, indeed, yet I’ll no longer panic! For the months of winter she will go to her throne, and the rest of the year, will return to her home!
O child! Sweet child, remember your Mother! I will pine for your loss through all of my days! And know in your heart that there be no other, whose love for you will never decay!
© Columbine 2017