To Be His Mistress

He is my knight, my lord, my king
And I to him my heart would bring
The song of ages to him sing
To be his loving mistress.

He is my love, my soul, my light
And in the dark arms of the night
I'd lie forever in his sight
His ever-loving mistress.

He is the passion and the fire
He is my every deep desire
My life becomes a funeral pyre
When I am not his mistress.

He is the man, the burning blade
Whence love and light and joy are made
Within his arms so long I've strayed
Since I have been his mistress.

He is the place where I belong
He is the heart of every song
He'll never think to do me wrong
For that I am his mistress.

Yet as the night returns to day
My dreams will change my light to grey
For he must once more go away
From she who'd be his mistress.

He lives in honour in my dreams
He never has to hear my screams
When wake I do, for then it seems
I'll never be his mistress.

He is my knight, my lord, my king
And I to him my heart would bring
The song of ages to him sing
Forever as his mistress.

[31st January 2009]

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