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Upon a Mahogany throne
Draped in a dark satin robe
Sits a lone figure
Statuesque, regal
You stand in awe
Your eyes daring to look into his
Immediately you are entranced
Drawn to him
He utters no words
Just raises his hand
Beckoning you forward
You slowly walk his way
He motions to the floor before him
You drop to your knees
Knowing this is where you belong
Where your destiny has been determined to be
From this moment on
You are his
You will do his bidding
He owns you now