My Mistress

My mistress, she is exacting,
she accepts no excuses,
No whining is allowed,
No knees in the dirt
in supplication
with fingers grasped mightily
looking upwards into her
eyes.

I fear I will fail her.

The thread runs through me,
as a snake crawls through the trees
at night where I cannot
see to kill it.

My mistress will accept
nothing but my pure devotion
shown through my sweat, blood and soul
split open.

I will not fail her.

I am the sun
I need no warmth
I need no sustenance from the satellites
I am brilliant in my own space
Look upon me mistress

See how I shine for you.

I will not burn out.