Seeking out her Master in a somber voice.
"Lord I am your Angel of Darkness."
She faulted in courage, a flurry of heartbeats.
Biting against her lower lip in trembling silence.
A droplet of blood runs down
Hands reach out in pleading
Seeking out her Lord's touch
Blue eye's pierce her flesh
Invading her mind like bitter, sweet wine.
"Answer now, my Lord." beckon cries of haste follow out in demand of admission not quiet so submissive
