I’ve seen my Dark Mistress
Force wheels to the sky.
Caressed her cheek
Before closing her eyes.
Led her to light
Before watching her die.
I’ve expelled air
Into lungs that were naught.
Denied life
To a choice that She brought.
I’ve heard suffering and wail.
Felt poignance and Proust.
I’ve made infinite sacrifice
Whilst bound to a purse.
Lo, my Mistress has cursed,
And stomped, and
Demanded free reign.
Yet to this day
I have not.
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