Allegiance

This place
Sacred ground
As if earth, god-touched
She resides
Kindred spirit
Sister, swordsworn
Wordsmith, the brand
Our hearts share
Blood scrivener
We drink, she and I
From inkwell chalices
And read the bones
In the light of our stained glass souls
Oracle, she is
And her prophecy is the same
As mine
We do not read stars
We birth distant suns into existence
With the breath of our muses
She and I Warriors bound to each
By crimson oaths
Of courage, understanding
My sword and shield is hers
And hers are at my call
Standing back to back
I feel her beautiful heartbeat
In the hollow of my own chest
And if its rhythm quickens
Through fear or pain
My own shall beat to bring
The cadence back to ground
And she shall rest her soul upon my pauldron
Her heart shall rest in my hands
On bended knee
To her fierce spirit, I swear
At her service
She shall ever find me

About Eric

Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic
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13 Responses to Allegiance

  1. Rita says:

    Beautiful ❤️

  2. So beautiful dear Eric ❤

  3. I *love* this one. It speaks to me right now: “Our stained glass souls…Standing back to back”

    Sister, swordsworn
    Wordsmith, the brand
    Our hearts share
    Blood scrivener
    We drink, she and I
    From inkwell chalices

    #mast ❤️

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