Book of Grace

The BOOK of GRACE

On the way home from school, something happened to Grace,
Darkness overtook her, but you could still see love in her face.

She ran the 6 blocks home as fast as she could.
By the third, it began to rain just as she knew it would.

He was early – but Grace didn't mind,
If it could aall be done before dinner, that was fine.

He stepped from his vessel, his perfect face unaged.
But behind his black eyes, still the fire and rage.

He has many names but today he goes by none.
John wrote of this day, and now it shall be done.

Greeting Grace with a grin and a nod of his head.
From under his coat, his leathery wings spread.

He enjoyed these theatrics and Grace didn't mind,
It was centuries ago when she banished his kind.

It was a conflict of interests that lasted but a spell.
No great swords exposed or black trickery from hell.

No harsh words exchanged, not a push or a shove,
From these former friends who met in the above.

Grace sealed the door to conceal the King of Pride,
The great deceiver was at long last denied.

"Grace," a familiar voice yelled from the distant vicinity.
"Time for dinner!" And off she ran, one/third of the Trinity.