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by: Sir Wolfr1 The wind did howl a mournful song In the growling twlight dim Where a woman knelt at a fresh turned grave With collar in hand she mourned for him A submissive who had no Master She who would give but none to take She wailed her grief to the cold unfeeling skys A pain only her Master could better make "My Master" she whispered through her tears "I cannot live this way I'm lost and alone like a ship without a rudder Drifting from day to day You were my life, my Master, my love My flesh, heart, soul to mold as only you could But the pain in my heart that I feel at your loss Is beyond any I could have ever stood My days, they have no meaning My nights, they have no end I reach out in the darkness but I am alone I need my love, my Master, my friend This pain is beyond all that I can endure I can not go on alone, so I choose to end it here As I kneel beside your stone" From her purse she drew a dagger sharp And placed it to her breast A sudden thrust, a moment of pain And then she would have her rest But as she took a final breath The wind did moan soft and low And softly heard in the graveyard still Was the voice that she did so well know "My pet" said the words upon the wind That spoke unto her heart "You are as you were born to be Your life can play no other part I have molded your heart, your body and mind With the flogger, the whip and the crop And now you would destroy that which I created My love, I say unto you this must stop The path I walk you will walk one day Such is the fate of mortal man And one day we will again meet upon this path And once more you will kneel before where I stand But that day is not today my pet For now we must walk apart Wear your collar with pride upon your throat As I do upon my heart Live your life and live it well And when down that path you walk You'll have no grief as the darkness gathers For you'll know that your labours have been done well Now go my pet and live the life That you were born to lead Help your sister and brothers alike To understand this burning, soaring need You represent me now my loving pet For you are what I was forced to leave behind A living memorial to what I was and am A true submissive of heart, soul and mind" The wind did fade there by the grave But she knew what she did hear Her Master's voice and love and touch Were still ringing in her ears She stood there by the graveside And the dagger dropped unheeded at her side "As you order my Master" she said with a smile "I shall yet serve you with pride" She bowed a gesture of respect and love To the Master who had reached beyond the grave And who looked down upon her from above 
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