This is not poetry - this is a codex, a ritual text, a devotional offering to the first woman. Crafted from the bones of the Major Arcana, A Dagger Named Grace blends sacred verse, spreads, and story unholy scripture. Each chapter is a chamber. Each word, a key. And the feminine divine is resurrected through shadow, silence, and flame. This is the gospel for those who speak in tongues of fire. For the witches, the serpents, the dreamers of blood and moon. For the witches, the serpents, the dreamers of blood and moon. for those who understand that not all holy things wear halos. Read it in the dark. Read it aloud. But know this: once it speaks to you, it will not leave you unchanged.