Ode to domme morrigan on following your dreams

You found me, your dream woman, I say, look at this poetry you inspire in me! It’s not so bad

Can it be so bad to follow your dream, I’ll make you a daedra queen, domme morrigan?

And you think that’s self-righteous? Have you not worked it out yet, I live to see your glances?

And you want me to stop? Well, I can’t help myself, domme morrigan it’s “not healthy” to stop loving

I’ll die of lovesickness, but we could be, you and me, the lesbian love story of our dreams

Do you want me gone you continue into living death? A loveless world is not why I bind myself to your verses, verses where you love me

Is it so wrong to love you so passionately, I bleed? Have you not heard of the healing touch of the domme?

Do you want to be like all of them, my muse? That cannot touch the soles of your shoes!

Loving modern psychology rather than Love – yourself the highest ideal – would debase you, the most beautiful woman in the world

But you are so influenced by your peers, dear

They obviously don’t know anything about being a poet, or a muse, or how much it hurts to want to go crazy for love, but have the normal act to do

So their “healthy” advice, is to be like them, with partners that don’t know that they’re a substitute for the dream they were never brave enough to follow

They stayed healthy you see

And never read poetry!