A blog dedicated to show different views surrounding the BDSM life, written by a Master and directed towards both slaves and masters.
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Dearly departed
We are gathered here to honor those that have been lost along the way
They came to us with with their cute pictures, an eloquent dialog and demonstrating their desire and commitment to become what we wanted
But on the smallest and most insignificant detail, their interest was lost and never again found
We pray in front of their closed casket
There is no body to mourn for, no face to remember, no words to say on their respect and nothing to remember them for
They will not be missed
Their destination is the sands of time, where everyone's footsteps is erased by the passing wind
I would like to say something for them, but nothing comes to mind
All that I can verbose is that a good chance was lost, to meet and to change everything in our world
But all remains the same in both our paths and nothing will ever change in your forgotten way
So all I can do now is put your coffin to the earth, filled with my hopes and expectations of a new future for you
I am neither happy or sad
Life is as it is
Another will take the path you neglected
I say my final words over your unmarked grave and leave you in the same place you came from
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
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