Title:  Grace

Author:   cynthiabaldwin
Category:   Free Verse
Keywords:  Grace, magic, kings

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The night fills with stars,
Secret, forbidden magic
Distilled and given form.
No one breaks me like you.
Mend me with fire and give me the cure -
You want what you cannot name.
Dark, precious blood stirring mad memories,
Painting the earth and sky.
I am dreaming of altars and stone,
A temple of ancient gods -
The old worship filled with life and venom,
Words slipping into prayer.
Tasting poison, we set our feet upon the earth.
The line is crossed,
And Grace carves its place among kings.

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