For Constance

Constance waits…
In a time long lost
In a bed draped in frost
Nailed to the bedposts
Like a splinter
Trapped in her grace
The Queen of Winter

I am her one and only thrall
Seduced to her service
Manipulated by her caressing cat-paws
Long has her beauty been mine
To feast my eyes
Until it has come, her awakening time

A queen of winter

From sleep she works her possession
Hold me to her breast
The mourning of pain is now in session
Glorious tortures are spoke to me
Of things to come
When she awakens I will plant the seed

My queen of winter

Constance longs…
To see the sight
When she awakens from night
And take the world by storm
Like a creature
Proudly standing high
In her hand, her scepter

I long for days when I am her slave
I willingly serve
Until the day that she puts me in the grave
Until then, I will enjoy the moans
Her sweet sighs
Will ring to me the delicious tones

The Queen of Winter

When she awakes, she must feed
My lovely succubus
I will give you all that you need
A brush of my hand, she is cold to touch
Like the grave
To my heart, with her cold hand I clutch

Constance stirs…
Her eyelids begin to part
Speeding up my heart
She stares with lustful eyes
With a dying wish
A bleak goddess
She accepts my blissful kiss
She holds me in a trance
I have served
My time, for Winter Constance