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It was in the Dark Room,

where my good Father sat

Our shadows connected and loomed

in the place I 

                                    grew up at.

Rigid, and strict

The room had always been —

Midnight, the clock ticked —

the secret released upon 

                                    this very scene.

His face was handsome and hard,

but his eyes were warm and saddening.

He peered inside my soul of shards,

and the allurement became 

                                     maddening.

He gestured me to the fire

with his books neatly set aside

He, the man, who I’ve always admired

and the cause of 

                                     our worlds to collide.

I walked over to Temptation and Sin,

feeling the notion of a pinned butterfly.

The fabric of forbidden seemed so thin,

and bequeath the weakness, 

                                      I began to cry.

“It is Fate with the wisest choice—

“Hush, my little child,”

he said with the softest voice.

“The night is young, 

                                     and savages run wild.”

He brought me onto his lap,

and covered me with chaste kisses.

His lips on my cheeks were sweet as sap,

but it tasted bitter with such 

                                     perfect reminisces.

My fingers brushed his soft dark hair

as I came for an embrace

He gave me his smile with a lustful air

and I leaned onto his chest, 

                                     closing up our remaining space.

“Beautiful flower,”

he whispered in my ear.

“You come to me from the Witch’s Tower;

Curses from God that soon becomes 

                                     my cure.”

“Damned Father,” I sighed in despair.

“You are already condemned in your blasphemous love.

So let your pleasure be in my care,

and our unison be watched from only

                                     above.”

Slowly and abidingly aroused,

our white blanket lay forgotten,

pass the morality that we, together, have vowed,

where tender touches were 

                                     broadened.

The mood rose as the curtains lift

He trembled. “We can’t go on.”

Lies, as our movements became swift

“But you called for me, dear Father. 

                                     Your innocence is long gone.”

I know we were both drunk with desire,

and apologies were said with the most hypocritical regret

He groaned with the fiery of hell’s fire,

and I let him because my destiny was 

                                     already set.