Persephone – An Esotericon Fragment

On the ship between the worlds,
The lonely spirit seeks,
A way to stop the hungry dark,
That ever closer creeps.
Persephone, she none shall hear,
Believing that she sleeps.
Inside her bloodied, metal shell
A guardian angel weeps.

This is a setting piece for the interactive, narratively driven convention Esotericon, of which I am primary writer.