Return my love, Persephone
(To the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlmen" )

Return my love, Persephone, and come here to my side.
I've waited nine full months again to kiss my gorgeous bride
And take you in my arms once more, my beauty and my pride.

Remember when I first saw you amid Eleus's field
I wanted you so hotly then but you would never yield
I thought that I could force your love, a threat I could not wield.

For when I went to Tartartus to make you be my Queen
You sulked and wept and spited me and made an awful scene
And broke my heart any every way with malice, harsh and keen.

Meanwhile your Mother Demeter did bring the world to blight:
Forbade the crops to grow on Earth while you were in my sight
And brought the Gods against me then with all their forms of might

And so I thought I'd lost my hope, my sweet Persephone.
And gave you leave to go back home as fast as you could flee.
I only hoped you'd eat again and well once more would be.

And so I walk you to the gate. My heart in tatters rips,
And you, my equal, kiss me there with pomegranate lips.
A fire explodes between our hearts, our passions and our hips.

And so each year you come to me, my Mistress and my wife
To bring to Death a taste of love, of passion and of life
Confounding me in every way delightful, wicked strife.