His Will
by Tatrix Kyrtra

A Warrior Stands
So Dark and Tall
His Physical Frame
Fills The Hall
Like Lyrics In
A Poets Song
His Heart Inside
Beating Strong
Like Drums of War
My Pulse Does Race
With Just One Look
From His Familiar Face

He Stands for Honor
He Fights for Right
No Injustice
Escapes His Sight
His Back is Straight
His Head Held High
There’s None He Fears
His Swords His Might

He Bares the Brands
Apon His Soul
Of Brothers Lost
Of Loves He's Known
I Look at Him
His Back to Me
He Is the Warrior
Whom Free Women Dream
And Slaves Do Beg
On Bended Knee
To Warm his Furs
To Fulfill His Needs

He Turns His Gaze
He Seeks Me Out
I Know Not Why
I Want To Shout
Apon my cheeks
Shy Lashes Fall
His Deep Dark Eyes
Take In It All
He Takes a Step
One
Two
Three
He’s Standing looking
Down At Me
My Body Quivers
My Breathe I Hold
My Robes Conceal
The Truths Untold

Should I look?
Should I be So Bold?
I Wear No Silks
I Do Not Beg
For I Am Proud
For I Am Free
For I have My Will
My Own Destiny

Time Stands Still
As If He Waits
Legs of Steal
His Stance Unslaked
His Arms are Crossed
Apon His Chest
His Will Is Strong
It Knows No Rest
He Does Not Speak
Just Stands His Ground
His Will Is Heard
Without a Sound

Those Walls I've Built
To Protect My Own
Can Not Withstand
His Strength Inborn
Memories of
A Lingering kiss
He Will Have
What He Deems His

And Still He Stands
And Still He waits
His Emotions Masked
He Knows My Fate
I Can Not Fight
His Will ...I’ve Tried
But Within Me Deep
Deep Down Inside
Do I want
To Fight?
To Deny?
Do I Want
To Run?
To Hide?
All These Feelings
Walled Up Inside

And Still He Stands
His Will Is Known
I Raise My Gaze
My Eyes Meet His
And See the Answers
To My Quiz
He Will Have
What He Deems His
And That is Just
The Way It Is

He Has Claimed
This Woman Fair
The Proud And Free
With Golden Hair
The Wilfull One
Who Wears No Silks
Whose Robes Conceal
What He Deems His

I Raise My Hand
His Arm Extends
He Takes It Gently
My Will I Give
He Pulls Me Lifting
From My Kneel
In Emerald Eyes
My Hearts Revealed
He Wraps His Arms
Around My Waist
Pulling Tightly
Into His Embrace
He Tilts His Head
Lips Graze My Ear
Whispering softly
To Which I Hear

You Are Proud
You Are Free
You Wear No Silks
You Seek Your Own
Destiny

But Hear Me Now
Love Listen Well
Do Not Give Me
Time Will Tell
You Are Mine
We Shall FC
From The Day I Claimed You
You've Belonged To Me
I Need You Not
In My Heel
As Those In Silks
With No Free Will
I Want You Draped
In Robes and Veil
Your Hidden Secrets
Carrying My Seal
Standing Tall
At My Side
For All To See
You Bring Me Pride

I Told You Once
I Will Repeat Again
No Matter What
You Say Or Do
Remember These Words

“I’m Keeping You ”