My Mistress

Meh, Might as well try at this poem thing again. Don't be too harsh.

My Mistress calls me every night

Yet I hate her, why oh why?

She pulls on me with all her might

She knows I'll fight her til I die.

My Mistress loves me, this I know

But I won't love her, this I swear

So let her come, without Cupid's bow

For shant love her, nor will she care.

It's almost dark, she pulls on me.

I fight her fiercely, but cannot see

Oh how does one stop a banshee?

I wish I could just be free.

But that must not be right.

Why would one fight this fight?

The mistress is a savior to all.

So into sleep I will fall.

The End

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