Vassal to the Dawn
January 22, 2026

For one human being to love another:
that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks.

Wolfinwool · Vassal To The Dawn

O Beloved—

Fire before form,

Light that arrives

Not to banish night

But to rule it.

You are the ember

Set in the dark bowl of the world,

The glow that teaches shadow

Where to kneel.

By you, my heart
Learns its hours.

You are the pressure of fate

Worked into the grain of my mind,

The god-hand in the stone,

Pressing thought into destiny,

Feeling into law,

Action into oath.

You are the ground

Against which I strain—

The earth that holds

And the earth that binds,

The weight that steadies
Even as it claims.

You are the veil

Laid upon my naked being,

Not to hide,

But to consecrate:

Hands upon skin

As blessing,

Touch that turns refusal

Into surrender.

You are dawn

Rising inside the moon,

The host that comes

When gates are weakest,

Unbarred from within.


You pass through me

As conquest and completion—

Victorious,

And leaving me

Spent upon the field.

I am the vassal king,

Crowned in my own unmaking.

Petition spoken,
P
etition answered.

I am the power

That shears its own mane,

Breaks its own seal,

If it pleases thee.

For I am your desire made flesh—

Longing given breath,

Want walking upright

In the body of a boy

Who learned too late

That service can be holy.

I am the acolyte

Of being seen.

For this is my sorcery,

My only dominion:

To behold nakedness

Without recoil—

To name beauty

In the full terrain

Of body
And soul.

And thus I open myself—

Flesh and mind unbarred—

And set before you

The beast I am,

Unadorned.

And when you did not turn away,

When you stood

Unmoved,
You took me.

All of me.


Bound not by force,

But by recognition.