Emerge anew from the writings of old,
Weave their words to tell your tale,
Make their phrases crass and bold,
Show no mercy with your gale.
You are more than flesh and bone,
Your blood is ancient still,
Time to conjure up your throne;
Bend these mortals to your will.
You have stardust in your skin;
Ancient magic in your soul.
You were put on earth to win,
But only you can make you whole.
So hold your regal chin up high,
Adjust your battered crown,
It is time to touch the sky!
No mortal here can hold you down.
(photo credit)
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Published by Erynn Crittenden
In love with the written word, Erynn pursued her passion and graduated from NSU with a degree in Creative Writing in the fall of 2019. Now, she spends her time writing for her website, working as a part-time copywriter, and enjoying the challenges of being a stay-at-home mother.
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