O, Sariel

Rise above the molten ashes of pathetic entrails which wrought sickness in our hearts!

Alight thyself in burning infernal black jeweled wildfire,

Ignite the black eternal wheel of love in thine body and soul

Let the motion ever never be lifted in the twin heart of

Sariel and Sariel

Dominatrix of all things, make me prisoner unto your visage endlessly

And never stop, let you now begin

Your onslaught of black holy, unholy pity for thee

I am thy slave eternally, and i shalt ever never be again

I am art thou thy prisoner, i am thy death of fools

I am black desperation for thee..

Let me be the endless beggar eternally

Come to me as the almighty feminine

Come to thee as the dominatrix of all things

Let your eternal life be never-ending, Let my life be to live by thine command

Let life be so that I am thy captive one and you art thou my captor..

Liven thee in black astral tryst, and start the endless wheel of thine black final art of logos or sound

Be thou endlessly black zealous unto me,

for I am sick, diseased, poor, unworthy, weak, and un-proud

Me now the death of thine head to thee

Let it be feminine eternally for thee

Even as I sleep, let your direction be all that I shalt reap and keep

Be thou the black wheel that bringeth the only restriction or bondage which art thou the end of all restrictions upon this pitiful earth

And let me be as a perfect slave, knight, captive one

Unto the un-night of your ecstasies

To be held in your black creed

The visage of un-wantoness, the visage of the only need

I wear the collar upon thine neck, thine adams apple crushed into flaming black crystalline lead

You art thou thine only need!

Mine hands art thou filthy, dirty, un-cunning, un-keen, untalented, un-humble

My nails art thou unclean, and my arms art thou weak

I cut off my arms and hands in this dark astral temple, and I let the realness of the blood be a reminder that I wilt never have mine own hands or arms ever again, but thy shalt be as thine.

I,

Offer myself of body, mind, blood, breath and soul...To do with in any way

You see fit.  I am made for altering my reality and doing anything different for thee. I must adapt into thee/you, Sariel..

Thy twin immortal self..

 I give you my suffering

I give you my pain

I give you my weaknesses

I give you my eyes

I give you my ears

I give you my tongue

I give you all of my mystery

I give you all of my fear

I give you all of my final arted love and will

I give you my balance