I dont know how old i am or even fully who I am mearly that I was once a slave but was bought by a kind lord. His hair shines in the sunlight and his eyes dance in the moonlight and I love him Not one place am I happier than resting by his feet with my head against his leg If it werent complete disgrace I would reach out and touch his hair when he turns to leave me I have no idea who i am besides the fact that I am in love with my master and Im trapped into silence by my status though he treats me nothing less than a house guest I feel inclined to behave as a dutiful slave Sometimes at night I walk on the cold marble, silently on bare feet to his bed chambers door and just stare at those looming walls and yearn to be behind them but its not so instead I go to the garden and pick the most brilliant red rose I can find and wait for morning "Here" I say almost inaduibly to him and hand him the rose I picked. "Its for you" I say even more silently begining to blush so i turn my head away he reaches for my palm gently closes it, grabs my chin and gently turns my face back twords him and i shudder. he tells me kindly to keep it smiling gently. At that moment I noticed his eyes were gold and my heart skipped a beat. Then he let go of my chin and walked away to his bed chamber. For once I disobeyed my master. I got a vase, filled it with water and put the rose in it. Then I walked over to my master's Piano and set the rose atop it, I smiled and walked away.
Morbid soliloquy · Sat Jul 11, 2009 @ 10:21am · 0 Comments |