That Moment When Darkness Falls…

That moment when darkness falls… not the sexy desire kind.
No, the darkness of heaviness… of a wound beyond words.

Yeah. That kind of darkness. The one that makes grown men crumble.
The kind of darkness that frosts the soul… sours civility.

That moment when you, as a Dom, realize you’re alone.
That kind of darkness. When you realize your heart has no safe haven.

Yeah. That moment when darkness falls… and you look at the woman you love…
Unable to explain the levels of loss coursing through your veins.

All because she decided that she no longer needs your leadership.

Purpose fades. Dreams collapses. Cold sets in. Heat vanishes.
You’ve been demoted from her heart.

That moment when the foundation of trust is shook.
There are no answers that can rise fast enough.

You’ve done all you knew. You’ve searched high and low.
Yet, you ran up short. You’re not the rock she needs.

That moment when darkness falls and vertigo becomes your comfort.
The kind of darkness no average vanilla understands.

Being outcast and exiled in your own sanctuary you’ve built.
Built with sweat, blood, tears, passion.

That moment when you’re left purposeless. Disoriented.
Made worse by the smile on her face as she embraces her sense of freedom.

What has happened? What’s gone wrong? How could this be?

Seeing your soul ripped out of your heart. Your life thrown in the trash.
With a kiss dripping with sweetness… she winks and promises you’re going to be fine.

It’s a brand new day, she says. One in which balance is restored.
A day when you get to taste a bit of your own medicine for a change.

The dagger being twisted in your chest… searching and straining to rip your heart to shreds.
You pull back into your vault. Close the doors. Protect what’s left.

She swears it’s for your own good and that it’s out of love.
She insists it’s time to pull you from the dark ages and into the modern era.

A woman is the natural evolution of leadership and progression
The ancient ways of a man leading is dead… she says with her charming giggle.

You feel the slowing thud of your pulse clouding your judgment
Yes. That moment. That moment when darkness falls.

You trusted her with your soul. You gave her your life blood. You provided the kingdom
Now, she’s transformed it into her playground and kicked you to the curb and placed a leash around your neck.

Your sense of loyalty, too deep to be swayed, won’t let you walk away.
The closing walls of your newfound dungeon is your new hell.

A purgatory designed to make you pay for the sins you thought were her salvation.

And now. As your knees sink to the ground, and balance eludes you as your head slumps back
You have to put on a brave face, as if all is well, as if this is the reward you’ve been waiting for.

That most unexpected moment when darkness falls and pain becomes the new normal
Her friends call it a victory for feminism. Satan calls it karma for being born male

Your throat being squeezed shut by the icicles of destroyed testosterone no longer flowing
You can’t speak a word. Your reign is over. Your crown crushed to dust.

If only there was a reason for this treason and dissension.
In silence, you accept the loss. There is no other choice.

When working on winning a war… one must be prepared to shoulder losses along the way.
Today is your day to be one of the casualties. All because you swore to love her until death did you in.

Now… that moment when darkness falls… it’s time to close your vault.

There will be another day. There will be another fight. There will be another round.
However, before that day comes, it’s time to let the darkness settle in.

That moment you realize… she doesn’t need you… and your darkness falls

It is your cross to bear. Quietly. Silently. Bravely.
There is only one person who can pick you up now. One person who can fix you up and make you whole again.

That person is staring back at you in the mirror asking you to lay low a while
Because darkness has fallen and no one will see your armor shine until daybreak.

No one knows the hour or the day when the sun will shine again.
All you can do, when darkness falls, is prepare your armor.

No one cares for a fallen man.
But everyone wants credit for his resurrection

That moment when darkness falls… not the sexy variety
No, the darkness of mortality… of death beyond measure

That moment when a sub retires her Dom… a darkness far more lethal than any

That moment when darkness falls… not the sexy kind of lust and desire
No, the darkness of intense pain… of hurt beyond words.

The time to close the vault… and prepare for purgatory
In hopes of ascension and vindication

Until that moment… when light breaks… and your armor is found shiny and worthy
For now… darkness is your sole consolation for a lifetime of service

Times have changed. No one wants a chivalrous knight
Let darkness fall. Close the vault. It’s time to rest.

That moment… darkness fell. The vault closed with the keys locked inside
To be forgotten

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That Moment… when darkness falls…

Every relationship has run into some difficulty during the course of their existence. Many moments of intense hurt arise from a misunderstanding that was taken out of context. The intent was not to hurt, but the results led to more pain and confusion.

There aren’t many well defined ways for dealing with these incidences… but… there are certain revelations…