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V\erily, say I, a man is alone indeed,
Without His woman, His friend, and her loving need.
Twas I of whom I speak, oh, not so long ago,
An aching Dom, a lonely Dom, clutching a troubled soul.

For then the rayne came, and her drops of sweetest love,
The devil herself in angel form, sent only from above.
Showing that love could exist in spite of all,
My heart to hers, answering the purest and softest call.

Twas rayne that loved! twas rayne that cared!
To voyage where others had never dared,
To challenge, to push, to excite and to enthrall,
To bring Me back My youth, and the vigor over all.

The girl so lovely as to bring violence and war,
Helen of Troy hadn't those looks, and even lacked more.
For it was the heart I loved, so strong and so true,
Capable of loving a touch.....or the top of a shoe.

"Be cruel then," saith she, "if that be Your will,
for I adorest thee, tho you bring pain most shrill.
Love me Master, as only you can, a loving, a tender,
yet a cruel and harsh Man".

I brought the rayne pain, I brought her shame,
through lowered eyelashes she merely clung to the name
of Valhalla, calling out to it and it alone,
in her darkest times, only voicing it as a moan.

And now I truly love the rayne, and now she is Mine,
A jewel, a light, a gem that trancends time.
Wither I go, she will go, wither I do, so shall she,
her only desire, to exalt, to worship, to glorify Me.

So I tell all this, lest Y/ye should wonder,
Why she scampers not when other Dom/mes thunder.
Tis because she is the rayne, and lowers only to Me,
And not to others, to make her gift truly be.

To the rayne I say this, and I say it aloud,
Tis you are the one of whom My heart is most proud,
Tis you for who it sings, and you whom it adores,
A woman more beloved than Juliet, of Shakespearean lore.

You are the gift of both the Devil and the Cross,
An evil temptress yet an angel to the lost,
A painted charmer in high heeled shoes,
Yet a mother, a lover, your OM's only to use.

With love always and adoration most sublime,
I love you rayne, and shall, even past the end of time.

Master Valhalla, October 12, 2003.


 

 
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