No Crown

In shadows case where trust does bloom

A dance begins in sacred room

Not chains nor ropes, nor whispered plea

But bond of mind to hearts set free

A Dom a guide with steady hand

Maps a world both fierce and grand

With power tempered firm yet kind

Respect and care forever entwined

The Sub a soul who dares to yield

Wields strength in surrender a sacred shield

In offering trust they rise not fall

A willing heart gives power to all

No crown is won by force or pain

But by consents most gentle reign

A gift exchanged so pure and rare

Two hearts aligned a perfect pair

So win not with might but with care so true

And a sub will rise to serve with you