Thursday, 15 August 2013

Poem sent in by a admirer.

your self confidence inspires respect.  please enjoy the poem below.




As puppets dance for their masters
So my diction dances due attendance
Revealing inner reaches where Your idol glows
Sudden was the fall from indolence
The strings and iron chains Your smile fixed
And now i dangle in strange illuminations
The candle light of Your secret chamber
Where You in Godlike vice hold slave’s account
And from a golden goblet drain their tears
And governess of their passions milk
Strong oaths where misery and love abound
Into Your dark eyes i gaze as You command
The pleasures of Your inordinate power
Your fiery satisfaction given full reign
These flowers of humility at Your feet strewn
The sacrifice where is mirrored Your rise
The moans that adorn the altar of Your vice
The high Queenly tastes of most regal Lady
Must be honoured and given Queenly rights
Many are the minions that bejewel Her dominion.

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