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Original writings by Princess Krista on explorations into the Dark Fire inside of herself. These original writings are copyrighted, and cannot be quoted or copied without express permission from Princess Krista:
Sharing a tiny part of my journey with you, dear reader. This is but a small part of it, unfortunately, life sometimes gets in the way of being able to sit down and write. Let me assure those of you that may be interested (if you got this far, I guess you must be a little interested...), the space in-between the dates has been filled with exploration, pain (both good and bad), and constant discoveries of myself and others around me. There will be much more of an effort on my part to update this section regularly and not let it succumb to reality as much as I have in the past few years...

Dark Fire

dark fire smoldering
within my soul
starving for fuel
to make it whole
hot, searing heat
within my veins
needing to give
receiving only pain

dark and lonely
it hungers for care
someone to feed
the fire in there

dark and evil
striving to be seen
buried as if
just a bad dream

scorching me
with silent heat
knowing I
will never meet

a soul with
fire such as mine
a soul with passion
as dark and divine

longing, needing to
share the flame
with he who smolders
just the same

unable to speak
or to cry out
buried inside
a silent shout

do i have enough
strength to try?
no, deep inside me
the embers die

fire turns to ice
in my heart
crystals forming
ripping me apart

building up
those icy walls
protecting me from
scary falls

walls of ice
as strong as stone
protecting me
keeping me alone

content in my prison
my walls, my jail
making my own
living hell

no hope
no giving
why do i
go on living?

small embers of flame
protected by ice
i see a spark
can i be enticed?

i kick and fight
i scream and cry
maybe that flame
didn't quite die

warily i venture
away from my home
to a self i thought
was dead and gone

his eyes on fire
this mysterious man
he touches my fortress
the embers he fans

with lava heat he
melts the walls
turning the ice to
waterfalls

games we play
and secrets we find
dark fire burning
deep in my mind

we run in the night
side by side
never again
the need to hide

he feeds the fire
in my soul
once again
making me whole

i share my dark flame
and blend it with his
we fall into
a passionate abyss

burning passion
making the flames higher
feeding and sharing my
beautiful dark fire

The Gift

he kneels before Me, offering his gift
his soul, I dream, I help to lift

into the heights of submissive joy
nothing more than a little boy

I can see what no one else sees
as his eyes are downcast and on his knees

the trust, the giving, the hidden part
that I decipher, and make it My art

he gives to Me and I receive
a magical gift that I believe

is a special part of his soul
a part that makes him whole

in taking this gift, it is up to Me
to delve inside, the depths to see

to respect and care
for the trust placed there

magically, it happens, transition fast
into a magic place, no future, no past

no words can describe My joy inside
as he travels to the place with nothing to hide

I take him there and make him explore
then gently guide him back through the door

back to the world where he is still mine
back to a place where there is real time

to share each little step with him, my slave
to hold the magic, the joy to save

like a treasure inside Me to again bring out
when the world intrudes and I have doubt

to open up the treasure on another day
and explore again, in some magical way

journeys different, never the same
always learning, never with shame

his Princess there with him to help him explore
that magical journey through that wondrous door

His Eyes

maybe i can find a place i can call my own
a place in the world where i'm always home
a very special place, full of love
a place that dark dreams are made of

a place filled up with care
feeling special, just being there

a place filled with such giving
to make me feel like i'm living

within the soul of another, minds alike
inside of me a spark to strike

does it exist, this special place?
i think i've found it in his face

the pride in his eyes, the kiss of his whip
the passionate flame, the feel of his lips

the lovely submission i feel
as he firmly tells me to kneel

my strength, my pain, his pleasure
i cannot even begin to measure

i submit completely, with all of me
the pride in his eyes so clear to see

begging, pleading, never to be free
of the shackles of joy he shares with me

i know i can be as strong as can be
and my strength shows in his pride in me

maybe i have found that place i can call my own
a place within his eyes, that feels like home

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