Harvest maiden

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.