(For the Lady of Grain and Sunlight)

Your Mother made you immortal
Lady of Harvests, of Life and Death.

You watch over the Wilds, and at the end
of Winter you slip away to your Home

in the Underworld, and wait for the Autumn
for the leaves to turn, and for you to Rise once again.

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