slipping into my mind
  so silently
my very being
  ever pliant
willing to follow
every request
at his behest
  lest 
my fear manifest
  and i find 
that soft den
  where once he lay
hollow, void of care 
the finest dwelling place
  to house this soul
  within me
fit for gods
  and this one
who flew from it 
  a startled creature...
an ethereal palace
constructed for you 
alone
becomes a cold, damp temple
of piercing memory
and silent tears