Harvest maiden:
Seeds of the fruit harvest split open, anthesis germinates at the move of Demeter’s hand.
The harvest maiden in the month of new life, new light.
The cry of a distraught mother,
Demeter still can’t find her daughter.
Rational minds forge paths of greatness, mould a world of story in their hands.
Etch your own history,
Carve out your own name,
But don’t think a world set on fire,
Will ever be a world set the same.