The subtle essence of slavery.
To exist at the whims of midnight.
To serve this monster.
Blood.
Flesh.
Gruesome lust.
It paints only in shadow.
It moves quiet,
Only in darkness,
It forces you to caress
Its putrid face,
It summons you thusly,
And through tears and pain,
Through merciless dread and
Endless fear,
You must obey.
ยฉWilliam Lester, Ph. D.



















