Worshipper

You hear my heels, and start to shake,
Waiting for my entrance, craving my taste.

Eager to offer, your soul for me to take,
I am the Queen, your beloved Mistress.

The one you live for, and always obey,
I am the puppeteer, and you are my clay.

Your dreams and nightmares, I can create,
Feeling on fire, when you say my name.

I set the trends, I am fucking insane,
And you loving it, my obedient slave.

The moon is set, and the deed is paved,
I see your fears, I am in your head.

Owned by me, you don’t need the chains,
Swallowed by me, leaving you drained.

Raven Archer.

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