ODE TO A SLAVE

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Encircled upon a graceful neck
For my pleasure I did bedeck

Upon a slender silver chain
By my will, I did detain

She never thinks to betray
For I am predator, and she - prey

How easily she was to ensnare
Sliding fingers through her golden hair

As I gazed into her eyes
I knew I had claimed her as my prize

For she, a simple delicate flower
Had never understood the touch of power

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-Tah'lon Vorrith (Talinvor)