The beating is done, the extacy over
The Master is gone away to sleep
Staying behind in the chilly dungeon
You curl up your limbs and weep

The hours of fear are left behind you
The agony of wanted pain
The shadows lurking, hovering, waiting
You have felt their threat again

Your skin afire, your mind a blur
Shaking from the raw ordeal
Chains still rattle in the distance
Soft light reflects cold steel

There is silence now, the screams have faded
Darkness shields you from the night
Soon another day will be dawning
To announce new hours of fright


© WanderingSpirits 2001