| The Prize My heart was disposable but yet I carried it like a prize. Someday it would be won. Someday someone would find the secret passage and follow me forever. They will follow because we are going to the same place. A wonder of wonders as we look around and find no one but ourselves. This is but a small price to pay for being owned by someone you love. Someone you cherish. I would but build my own shackles to win her heart. I would forever be bound and serve her till my last breath fell on her damp flesh as she holds me. I would then and only then be at peace. For eternity she would be within me forever. The Masked Writer � 2002 T Lovett |