Let me call for thee, a Master of mine.
Thy every attention’s so precious,
But I ask from thee so little tome,
Thy every sigh wakes up my passion.
The every gesture is full of grace,
Enslaved by it, I became thy victim.
But I don’t fear to meet thee face to face,
So long I was for it waiting.
It’s not my fault
That I so much thee desire,
But I’ll never let it to be told
As I precious this sacred fire.
Thee go there at thy Devil’s Path.
But seldom remember visiting me
And come to complete my love.
Wait, soon I’ll follow thee…
To My Ex-Master
© Copyright: Демон Осени, 2007
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