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Proserpina’s Story
To reign is worth ambition
and believe it is over hell;
for one who seeks admission,
I suppose it is just as well.
In hell ‘twould be better to reign,
than be in heaven to serve.
Disambiguation always loved the pain,
she always could well preserve.
Is the sense of power more vivid?
For when Hades could not break her heart,
do you think his rage became livid?
Or through it, did he tear her world apart?
The absolute aphrodisiac of power —
brought her to knees and back again.
Yes, it brought springtime flowers,
always returning to her knees to reign.
Is power a strange desire to seek
over another one’s liberties and life?
Does it make them wise or meek?
I say not, for they play the sweet Fyfe.
Seeking to influence another is ultimately
to give up the power of one’s self.
For the one who is to serve you
can ultimately put you away on a shelf
To know the pains of power it has its appeal;
seek those who know its pain and its pleasures.
Pleasures are imaginary, pains of power, too, are real;
ultimately though, some too, find it a rare treasure.
