A dark lady that roams endlessly through the night,
She bows to her one true master that completes her life,
She is a slave to none yet a slave to one,
The one she searches for relentlessly under the moon or sun,
She longs to feel his embrace to take her from from this place,
She calls to him even though yet hes not there,
She wanders through the shadows of darkness that only she can share,
It calls to her and calms her fast beating heart,
Knowing that no matter what the shadows that comfort her will never part,
She continues to search for the one master that will call her his own,
Through her darkened eyes and the chill felt in her bones,
She feels his presence as he begins to stare deep into her soul,
Then she falls completely under his control,
She has longed for his touch and waited for this day,
When her master would finally come and take her away,
Yes master, She says I am yours to control,
Bend me, break me, make me feel it deep within my soul,
Then all of a sudden hes gone at the sound of a scream,
She realizes it was all only a dream,
Now once again she's standing there all alone,
With tears in her eyes hoping one day,
She will belong to her one and only master with that special silver collar around her neck,
That says in silent words that she is her master's Gothic Slave and she is owned.
Written by Lord Lestat aka Mike P.
