The Christening

              Stanza upon stanza, I burn my ink into this page.

       I suffer no embarrassment but the one I've come to claim.

              I grate my steel flesh against the silver burning mire.

       The heart of our reality is what truth we can inspire!

Author's Note

Please feel free to review and rate my work at your leisure. This is a symbolic representation of my expansion of my work to a new and broader scale.

Reviews

[WilhelmConstanceHarding]

Thank you. I noticed after my initial post.

[Muse]

You just need to finish with an exclamation Point my dear and it will be perfect! Welcome to writerscafe!