Theo Plousios by BloodySpghetti[]
The maiden made her return from the promised land.
She returned to the place where she thought she met her end.
Her mother so shaken, when the child was taken.
She turned it all into a barren desert of despair.
Her sorrow made her curse at everything her gaze had faced.
Thus, prompting her godly brethren to act in a haste.
The gods, they had no time to waste.
For the fate of man was to be that of a frigid nightmare.
Theo Plousios, the captor, he was feared by all of the living.
For he was in charge of the realm of those who had stilled their breathing.
No man, nor god, dared Theo to fight.
They all knew none could stand is blackened might.
Theo Plousios, he agreed to the seal of a deal.
The maiden's fate rested within the pomegranate.
She must spend a moon with him for each seed she ate.
For this reason alone, man must endure a winter's gripping chill.
All of the living rejoiced as the maiden returned from the world's end.
All but one, Theo Plousios, he opted to plot instead.
Cheerful whispers escaped from his mouth as he watched the events unfold, "She'll be back, to the sung praises of many, all hail the queen of the dead!"