His Dominance

His hands submissive abide inherent will

Instruments of love and pathos

Sadist so prominent in his desire to feed

Do I care, should I care. I will Sir

On seven days on seven shores I will Sir

Made of cold steel resolute . I think not Sir

Intense man, who are you , the brooding Shepard of my soul

No terror breathing. In this expression, he has his demons leashed

Armistice diffusing my chaos , effortless and generous he stands

No Scholar ever knew me better, No Virtuoso saw in me a finer art

Compliance a myth in his shadow , who would struggle ?

Emancipate. Should we care for words Sir? Then I listened....