Esoteric Submission

I was a black swan,

With a crown stolen,

Proudly defined.

I tugged at his darkness,

Enticed his power,

Heady like the deepest red wine.

 

We became incandescent,

While dancing with the blades,

Dark souls relentlessly entwined.

He brought me to my knees,

With little more than a whisper,

A black swan now redefined.

 

I gave him keys with clouded breath,

While he consumed me like a drug,

Toying with my broken mind.

I began to need him,

Until he was all that I knew,

Now I’m just a girl fumbling blind.

 

Nothing is forbidden,

Only what he chooses not to take,

Recalcitrance is politely declined.

His will is obsidian,

To which I bend and blend,

Wrapped up in his enthralling vines.

 

Bathed in his shadows,

I perform a flaming rite,

With devotion that grows in time.

In humility and gratitude,

I place my face to his feet,

A slave worshiping at her shrines.