A young man sits in deep
contemplation, plotting to
escape her clutches.

She beckoned, and he
couldn't refrain.

Now he's entrapped, serving
his dark lorde. Not as glamorious
and not as it has promised.  

What used to be his
refuge is now the leach,
draining him dry.

He came as the archer,
now he's leaving an empty
shell, void of any emotion
and sentaion.

starting  as pain,
turning into pleasure,
leaving him....

Beaten

Broken

Shattered

Numb

The breast that once
nourished, is now the ***,
tantalizing cracked lips, and burning
ones throat. Over and over until
one has drinken into obvlivion.

Though he is forever in her debt,
his heart and soul still show promise.

What has been devoured has not yet
been killed.

Hand in hand, she turns to
see his eyes veer.

The darkness may have striked,
but of the countless it has
consumed, the odds of him
prevailing fair pretty well.