Wednesday, 11 September 2013

The Mistress

I have felt death,
Traced his edges
With each and every fibre
Of my very being;
Welcomed him in,
Even on the days I didn’t
Want to,
To sit at my table
And wait.
He has made his home
Safe in the knowledge
That soon I will
Bow to his might,
Brought to my knees
By a dark mistress he dares
To cast out in to the world.
Yet he has offered me choices.

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