Uit Wandering Spirits

Bound hard

Naked in the cold wind blowing

Chained against your wooden pole

Spat upon by passers by

And still happy in your role

Used and misused, raped and beaten

Pain or pleasure, who can say

Tied and ready to be taken

Sinking deeper day by day

But it was you who held your hands out

To be beaten, roped and chained

It was you who chose the suffering

And the torture you ordained

When I finally release you

Body sinking to the ground

Trembling, shivering, softly crying

It is your heart that is forever bound

Frodo