Candle Magic

She loved him, dearly so.

Because she loved him she burned him in pink.  His name etched into the candle with a the thorn of a rose.  A bit of his hair tossed into the flame.

He looked at her once, but no more.  He didn’t say her name.

She loved him, dearly so.

Because she loved him she burned him in red.  His name etched into the candle with a rooster’s claw.  A bt of his blood, taken from the barbers blade, dripped into the flame.

He looked at her twice, the second time with desire.  In the dark he said her name, again and again.  In the morning he was gone.

She loved him, dearly so.

Because she loved him she burned for them in green.  Their names etched together with the nail of her small finger, their fluids offered together to the flame.

Inside of her something quickened.

She loved him, dearly so.

Because she loved him, while entertwined as one, she whispered to him the truth.  How she burned for him first in pink, then in red.  How she burned for them together in green, and precious gift of life created there from.

She loved him, dearly so.

Because she loved him he raged and spat upon her, calling her a witch, a trickster, and denying the fruit of the seed he had planted.

Now, heavy with child, she watched him with his betrothed.

She loved him, dearly so.

Because she loved him she burned for him in black.  His name etched into the wax with a rattlesnakes fang, graveyard dirt added to the hungry flame.

If he woudn’t be hers, he would not belong to anyone.

She loved him, dearly so.

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