"Little lamb?"
His voice carried over to me
On a midnight wind
His body,
taught with muscle and gleaming with oil,
Seemed to tense as I looked over
my eyes were a mirror of his own
once upon a time
two pits of black
we lay on a bed of petals
In his kingdom of ice and wind
void surrounds us blissfully, and sings it's unholy songs
I hear none,
I feel none
For the void has consumed me.
I am gone
no longer the pet he cherishes
no longer the thing he beats
I have become one with his darkness
no more tears fall down my cheeks
his eyes of stars and dreams
look to mine of darkness and cold
Finally he whispers to me,
"Where did you go?"
