The Bonding
by Rider
- provided for use on SirJeff's Ponygirls.
- do not use without the author's permission.
- art by Templeton.
Flitting maiden, seeking, seeking, for the place she cannot see,
On a self destructive flight path, looking for security.
As her pattern spirals downward, tighter grow the coils that bind,
Thinking she enjoys her freedom, locked within a hard set mind.
Undisciplined within her pattern, a loose cannon on the deck,
Doesn't see in her behaviour, unclaimed collar round her neck.
As her path uncoils before her, appear those tracks she made before,
Once again repeats the pattern, that leads her mind to prisons door.
Chastened maid, without a soulmate, all alone in self-made cell,
Hears approach of masters footsteps, knowing then, that all is well.
Cell door frozen, lock has rusted, her release needs magic key.
Hears her master's incantation, her submission sets her free.
By his care, he cleaves her shackles, manacles of guilt and fear,
Wraps his cloak about her shoulders, gently dries her final tear.
In obedience, kneels before him, casts away dark-shadowed past,
Accepts collar that he gifts her, harness and bridle that hold her fast.
Hearts are open, words are spoken, her true nature given reign.
Gladly enters into bondage, the ponygirl is home again.
In submission she will learn, the magic of the power to be,
She will draw the map she follows, Mistress of Her Destiny.
© Rider 2003
