At the tower, I confess,

The cause of my worry; the tiresome stress.

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My Mistress's hands are devastating,

Her hands are like a natural disaster in the flesh.

They crease my face,

And trail down my arms,

To deliver a devastating blow.

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My Mistress gaze is enchanting,

Her gaze is like that of an enchantress.

Her gaze bore holes through my head,

And just maybe she wants me dead.

She delivers another blow to my head.

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At the tower, I confess,

The cause of my worry; the tiresome stress.

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My Mistress has power over me,

I am her puppet.

I must obey to keep her pleased.

Will this pain ever cease?

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My Mistress has menacing plans,

Her plans are like those of a scheming villain.

A wicked smile dawns on her face,

And she tugs down at my tresses.

Her menacing plans bring me pain.

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At the tower;

All my fears, I lay them all to rest.

All my tears have been shed.


A/N: Hello, lovely readers.

I wrote this poem to explore a relationship of servitude between two characters. The Mistress in this poem is a character who is meant to play the role of a female head of a household. The narrator is someone who works for the Mistress. Through this poem, they express the cruel way the Mistress treats them. The tower is meant to symbolize a safe haven where they are temporarily free from the Mistresses.

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