Poem: Two short works.

These are both short enough to be in one post.

Untitled, written 6/25/2021

Like gold in my veins, breath stunted by the glide of your magic. Filled with light and dark mingled as one in the wee hours of the night. Ageless in movement yet gone in a flash of white hot brilliance 



She Walks Among Us, written 6/29/2021


Magic unlike any other, the Divine walks among us in the form of flesh and strength.

I am torn asunder, rendered holy by Her hand which gives me Grace.

One could not manifest in their mind the overwhelming beauty, softness and chaotic memories that Her heart holds.

Whether by birth or divine alchemy, She walks this Earth with eyes of fire and hands holding knives wreathed with roses

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