A power I still can’t describe.

I closed it up in my trembling hands, and suddenly I was alive.

In my daze, I stretched out an arm into the dark

And bringing my heavy fist back to meet my eyes…

I was met with magic and a heartbreak, so divine.

It came in a little cloth pouch.

Purple fabric,

Scarlet straps

And stripes of so many colors on its sides.

A magic, and a heartbreak, so divine.

I took the catch between my first two fingers

And put the chain around my neck, I was hardly thinking…

The metal and the stone fell to my chest,

And I haven’t had a silent moment since;

The ringing of the silver as it beat against my bones

Still makes my body shiver… the precious, perfect stones

Set deep within a blackened fastener of malachite, were rolled

Into a perfect pendant with a penchant for stealing unassuming souls.

It came in a little cloth pouch.

Purple fabric,

Scarlet straps

And stripes of so many colors on its sides.

A magic, and a heartbreak, so divine.