27 May 2012
Walking that edge,
Between fake and real,
Signing your life,
With that bloody seal,
Watching the parchment,
As it burns,
Fire in your veins,
As the pact returns.
The binding is real,
Tightens your throat,
Air between us:
Thick with dust motes,
Mage at the side,
Bending the air,
Your eyes and mine:
An unwavering stare.
This is more than just marriage,
This is binding the soul,
This is tying our bodies,
Making us whole.
The blood of our names,
Our ancestors call,
And suddenly between us:
There is no wall.
Binding Spell. • Opuss № I