Bound hard
Naked in the cold wind blowing
Chained against your wooden pole
Spat upon by passers by
And still happy in your role
Used and misused, raped and beaten
Pain or pleasure, who can say
Tied and ready to be taken
Sinking deeper day by day
But it was you who held your hands out
To be beaten, roped and chained
It was you who chose the suffering
And the torture you ordained
When I finally release you
Body sinking to the ground
Trembling, shivering, softly crying
It is your heart that is forever bound
Frodo
© WanderingSpirits 2001
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