Contracts

I do
She does
The one I Serve
She will consume

What I call love
Is hunger
I will eat you
Whole
And lose nothing
Of my own.

The craft I learn
Is to cast spells
That make you
Believe
Only your pleasure
Gives your
Body to me.

It is your want
That I should feed.
Your life blood
Your last breath
Given freely.

The craft I learn
Is to trade life
For ecstasy
To gain power
By giving pleasure
To rule
By ingesting
To hold my Throne
Behind the altar
So the blood
Washes my feet.

I serve a dying Queen.
I love Her and
I grieve Her
Going under
But I wonder
If I might
Be free now
From my vows
Be a woman
Who has will force
And my own power.

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