Diva Prime's Academy for the Aware Woman

Welcome Friends and Seekers
Your adventure starts here, never to be completed.
May you find your heart's desire.

And in my words, find Truth.





The Dark Prince

Around his eyes, a sadness,

A longing that seems directed at you,

But is actually his emptiness.



He is wounded

And you long to heal,

To save him from himself.



You offer sex and solace,

Try to smooth his troubled brow,

And he takes your gifts as taxes.



For he is a prince to be adored,

A regal personage mistook for a commoner,

And you his captive court.



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Sometimes you are his Lady,

Other times his maid, but most often

The whore with a heart of gold.



For he is berift of giving.

He has his needs to feed,

And you are his cornicopia.



He'll take not only

What you want to give, but all you can,

And then more.



For the Dark Prince is a vampire,

He is Satan Incarnate

And your soul is his reward.



But each day you make a choice

To stay and play

Or to go and grow

Don't lose sight of your decisions.



There are true princes out there.

One who love the Lady

And give as good as they get.



They're just not dressed in black leather,

Nor balming their brains with drink,

Or trying to excuse the inexcusable.



True Princes wear watches

Keep promises, both in bed and out

And pick up the bill at least part of the time.



You can not cure the Dark Prince

He has his own choices to make

And only you can rescue you.





Renee Christy
Copyright January 1998



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