Author: belgicue

Your Consort

FullSizeRender (12)Do not hurry

do not worry

For I’m your consort, beautiful king of 16

No more to hide.

 

I bow before you

You see over me

Enemies will not deride you

for I’m your consort at your side, beautiful king

 

Face me with a sword

let people gather, and horns roar

No one else shall I protect

I’m your consort till the end

beautiful king of 16

 

You lay before me and you smile

I catch and return your fire

Entrust in me always at your side

my beautiful king of 16

Who (What) Is Grace?

Grace, who are you?

Grace I know, is not a race

to the top

It’s a subtle glow and gold given to us

that trickles in slowly

but sometimes…needed EXPLOSIVELY!

To fill in our crevices, our voids

I know you see over me

And I’ll always know you were there

But I’ll never know how much you’d show

to come around

There’s nothing hollow in your absent stare

but hallowed yes, you are surely.