The Conclave of the Dommes

In chambers deep where power blooms,
The Dommes convene, their will consumes.
No mortal hand nor fleeting plea,
Can sway the course of destiny.

Each voice a whip, each word a brand,
They cast their votes with steady hand.
A conclave fierce, a conclave wise,
With fire gleaming in their eyes.

They speak of rule, of law, of play,
Of how the subs will serve today.
No crown nor throne could match the sight,
Of Dommes united in their might.

At FemdomU their banners rise,
Their justice swift, their standards high.
And those who kneel in trembling grace,
Wear love and fear upon their face.

The Conclave reigns, their path is clear,
Their power built on strength and cheer.
For in their hands, our futures lie,
To serve, to grow, to reach, to try.

So let us kneel, and lift our gaze,
To honor them with endless praise.
The Conclave rules, as it should be,
With iron will and dignity.