Honor
by Rohan

Across the seas of time,
its song is ever sung.
In glorious tunes in battle lines,
It stays upon the tongue.
On ramparts and on city walls,
it’s always yelled with rage
And even if the city falls,
Men scream it from their cage.

There are but a chosen few,
Who are able to know it’s taste.
It can be quite a bitter stew,
But it never goes to waste.
The pallate grows more noble,
upon it’s hard won flavor,
And during times of trouble,
Men turn it to their favor.

Weightier than gold it’s said,
Yet depresses no earthly scale,
And men are looked upon with dread,
should, it, they ever fail.
Honor’s what I speak about,
In a humble wordsmith’s rhyme,
Bards can sing, men will shout,
But honor is sublime.

At Master’s Feet
by kathi`

A tear glides swiftly down a moistened cheek

The beat of her heart grows faster

And though she wants to, she does not speak

As she kneels before her Master

She will never again be truly alone

For her heart and soul are bared

A greater love she has never known

Nor has she ever been so scared

Her loving gaze focused upon his feet

As she waits for his command

The feel of his touch is oh so sweet

Her body trembles beneath his hand

He lifts her chin and draws her near

His voice is strong and firm

As he whispers quietly into her ear

She cannot help but squirm

There is no easy way to explain

The yearning deep within

His happiness is all she seeks to obtain

All that matters is pleasing him

Her will is no longer that of her own

He owns her in every way

And with his guidance she has grown

More a slave to him each day

By kathi`

Unowned Girl
by kathi`

She’s a slave girl with a neck that’s bare

No one man’s collar does she wear

Owned by no one.. or owned by all?

To which man’s feet should she crawl?

Who’ll guide her through life’s twists and turns?

Coping with a belly that burns

With no restrictions, no safety zone

Does "unowned" mean… being alone?

The answer to that would surely depend

On the effort she puts into serving the men

If she reaches within and gives all that she can

She will find herself often at the feet of a man

To each man she serves, she is his for a spell

She must know how to please him and must do it well

She may not much care for each man, or all chores

But each man should be treated as the one she adores

She may even develop a deep love for some men

Which may inspire her to please them, again and again

And the girls who stay focused and abandon self-doubt

Are the slaves that have learned what its all about.

By kathi`

The Rape
by kathi`

Fiercely, he grabs her, binding her wrists

Without effort he thrusts her to the ground

She wonders how she can be treated like this

As he gags her to prevent any sound

She begs him for mercy through tear-filled eyes

But in his eyes she sees that there’ll be none

She’s frozen with fear, beneath him she lies

Not ever once even attempting to run

Rugged hands explore her trembling skin

His knee brutally parting her thighs

He forces himself so deeply within

No one can hear her muffled cries

To her horror her body writhes with desire

As he fulfills his urgent need

He laughs as he sees her passions afire

And she yields as he deposits his seed

Closing her eyes, so filled with shame

She listens as he summons his friend

A different man with a different name

He mounts her and it begins once again

By kathi`