(I’m not good with poems but I tried) It’s easy to get lost in the underworld, In flower fields of ash, Persephone twirled, With a pile of trash, For he is the king, Of this hellish land, Although i can feel the sting, There is nothing to do from where I stand, After she ate stumbled among the pomegranate, Persephone was bound to stay, Hell is no place for her to inhabit, Yet she didn’t try to get away, All of this happened since she Got lost in the underworld