Prayer to Persephone by Edina St. Vincent Millay
Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be:
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell,—Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee:
Say to her, "My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here"
vampires are like. what if i was a monster and you loved me anyway. what if i was a monster and you loved me because of it. what if i could teach you not to be afraid of yourself. what if i taught you how to be free. what if i vamped our genders. What if my very nature created, for us, a romance so epic and dark and seductive it’s impossible to tell a vampire story without this element?
“And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…” he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. “What a stupid lamb,” I sighed. “What a sick, masochistic lion.”
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