Poetry and Erotic Brainwashing

I was at a fantastic private kink party the other week, and became fairly deeply involved in a conversation with another Dominant which somehow rolled around to the topic of the usefulness of mantras in training slaves, and how the cadence and flow of poetry coupled with the intrinsically evocative language and call to higher character made them an effective tool for imparting values.

In essence, good poetry induces a trance-like state of altered consciousness which can be used to impart deep emotion and core values to the listener, as well as bonding them together. Add in further trance operators and conscious intent to improve effectiveness.

At the time I was thinking of a poem I had read recently, but couldn't recall the title of it. For the person I was talking to, the poem is by William Ernest Henley and is reproduced below:


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the Master of my fate:
I am the Captain of my soul.