Sacred thing

Pen to story

Pencil to sketch

Between the lines

Between the shading 

You stood there tall as ever

Time defied you

Time cursed you

You stood there chin up

Stripped to the core 

Down to your essence 

Dead weight lifted 

Skeletons buried 

Demons possessed by me

Whose that girl? They ask…

The way she moves about

They way she stands her ground 

She looks like a goddess 

She walks like a goddess 

She must be divine 

Knife to back 

Hand in hand 

She stood there

And made you divine 

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