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.