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Created on: April 16, 2008
Conversation With my Maker (Sestina)
You took me under the moon,
made me your willing victim.
Possession of the dark gift
is now mine for all eternity.
That I might give it to another
is my gift back to you, Maker.
You doth protest much, Maker.
This is a night with a full moon
and I must try to find another
innocent soul for my victim.
Willing or unwilling, for eternity
they shall carry the Gift.
This is a treasure, the Gift,
not to be given lightly, Maker
but to be worn for all eternity.
Scenes will be played under the moon,
games between me and my victim.
Are you jealous that I've another?
The way of our kind is to find another,
passing along the generous Dark Gift.
With luck we find ourselves a willing victim
that will make a fine companion, Maker,
and not cry nightly under the moon
wishing to abandon the gift of eternity.
This is all we'll ever need, our eternity.
We'll do well to share it with another,
pledging our love under the crescent moon
just before bestowing the revered gift
like you gave it to me, my friendly Maker.
I am your satisfied victim.
Now stands before me a victim
about to receive his eternity.
Do you think him worthy, Maker?
The life I now give to another
was given to me as your Gift.
The deed was done under the Moon.
This willing victim, it is another
shall receive eternity, the blessed Gift
as you gave me, Maker, under the Moon.
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