My Majesty

I open the doors and come in at the command of his majesty,

who is waiting for me in his golden throne,

and when he tells me to come closer,

my heart starts to pound.

Oh, Your Majesty...

How can you be such a beautiful being, but have such a venomous tongue?

You make me feel like a snake's prey,

who slowly drowns at your powerful grip.

But I love that feeling.

And I want to drown in your venom.

Is it weird that I like the way you treat me?

Is it weird that I like your strange way of showing attention?

The answer doesn't matter,

because you adore this as much as I do.

And what can I do about it if its wrong?

After all, in the end I'm just here to please My Majesty.

Author's Note

This is my first time writing a poem! I hope I did it right ^^"