I see her by the window pane,
A little girl without a name.
Her eyes are dark like river Styx;
As dark as burned out candle wicks.
Her face as pale as fresh laid snow,
She casts an eerie, moonlit glow.
And in her hand, she holds a cup;
In the cold air, steaming up.
A cup of pomegranate tea,
A tribute to Persephone.
I see him by the old oak tree,
His haunting eyes stare into me.
His mouth a perfect Cupid’s bow,
Lamenting his forgotten home.
The stars cast light upon his face,
Distorted in this eerie place.
And in his hand, he holds a cup;
In the cold air, steaming up.
A cup of salty smelling tea,
A tribute to great Neptune’s sea.
I see her in the daisy patch,
The barn door rattles at its latch.
Her eyes shine with Loki’s mischief,
Wind unfolds for her; its mistress.
Her wounded chest, as they tell her,
Sealed her place in great Valhalla.
And in her hand, she holds a cup;
In the cold air, steaming up.
A cup of mead, not simple tea
A tribute to the Valkyries.
Sophia is a sixteen-year-old high school student from Australia who has been writing as long as she can remember. She has been published in a variety of youth-founded digital literary magazines and currently works as a blog writer for Vellichor Literary Magazine and a graphic designer for Paper Cranes Literary. When not writing poetry, she is usually either working on her novel ‘The Starlit Carnival’ or performing in musicals.