The roar of distant thunder,
was the slapping of his hands
He’s kept this one imprisoned,
to do as his bid commands
Stolen away as she was young,
from the house of Tanis Three
He raised her at the snap of a hand,
for all his lands to see
Impoverished by his torturous ways,
and belittled by his deeds
She’s felt the death; in heart and soul,
as slowly they did bleed
A worthless whore for dumping milt,
scantily clad, in chains
She no longer wishes to be free,
for in that; there is no gain
The lowliest of all the skank,
he lets her to his friends
Even they do tire of her,
their sins she cannot cleanse
But for one; a poor young lad,
who never a lady has seen
He covets her and frees her heart,
if only in his dreams
One day he’ll stand to give her worth,
though death be lent to him
Should he survive to live in triumph,
he’d free her on a whim
That she would give her rest; to him,
indulge his beast in side
To not be taken, but freely give,
and dwell in his provide
To slay the beast who sullied her name,
with the vial of his lust
Restoring to her; the honor she’s lost,
to regain her namesakes trust
That once again she will rise above,
to hear her people sing
To bear the fold and nurture the whelp,
of the poor boy who’s now the king
Author notes
Art persuasion by Natsuki 3 atdeviantart.com Inspiration title "Snap said his hand" Mrs. Random
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Comments
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Wow.
I'm at a loss for words....just...wow. good luck!
ing alone,
Mylee -
Snap Said His Hand
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