Following Grace

Following Grace

Into the darkness

Of the night

 

Following

The swing of her hips

The step of her foot

The gaze in her eyes

 

Watching

The movement of her breath

The flick in her eye

The twitch in her lips

The glow of her skin

 

Her black curls

Fall in front

Of her midnight eyes

And onto her

Blood red lips

 

Her flowing dress

Reflects the moonlight

Turning white into blue

And blue into silver

  

She walks so softly

With a gentle tap

With self defined dignity

 

All beasts bow in prayer

In respect

In unison

 

Not a flaw scars her face

Not a strand out of place

Nor a wrinkle in touch

 

Each beast yearns for

The sound of her feet

The touch of her skin

The smell of her breath

 

The goddess that she is

The ultimate divinity

The breath of humanity

 

Yet following her

Following Grace

Is following ones own death