"The terrified goddess cried out/for her mother, her playmates - but for her mother most often,/since she had torn the uppoermost seam of her garment,/and the gathered flowers rained down from her negligent tunic;/because of her tender years and her childish simplicity,/even this loss could move her to maidenly sorrow." (Ovid V. 563-68)
Some different images/interpretations of Proserpina
Cupid himself is fun to talk about, what with Valentine's day on the rise and all. So here's a funny pic of him - I seriously hope this isn't really what he's supposed to look like.
At what point does it ever seem like a good idea to have a naked baby fly around, stab people with arrows, that forever change them into beings other than themselves ~ take Pluto, for instance, who becomes Creeper No.1
