Poetry

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By IceLighting

His skin was as light as the dark shown,
He held my gaze unwavering.
As he Sat on his throne,
He had me queavering.

 
He held out his hand,
Bekoning me closer.
I can't help but to obey his command,
My emotions on a rollercoaster...

Yet he called me from th dark,
Making his will known to me.
He gave me his mark,
My head buzzed gentaly.

From this day forth I was no longer the same,
I was now his dame ...

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