Atrum Senior

She stood there
Like an Emu
Doing all she could
To maintain her oblivion
Ignorant of all that revealed

Oh
She knew me
No fear of that
Our conversations full
Of rage
Fear
Death

The intercourse
Of the exiled

She would be a Jedi though
Her trepidation leading her
Down the rails
Of the doomed
A slave to the needy
Or is that
The wanting

Here I am

Anathema

I see only the hopeless
Those who trod themselves down

To her
I am The Dark Lord
The ultimate Sith

Regaling her with tales
Of pain
Subjugation
And loathing

Her oblivion
His my desire

Her reticence
My anticipation

And I leave her

Orgasmic

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