That crooked smile,
So awkwardly placed on his face
Of satisfaction he endures
I wonder if he knows,
I'm watching from the shadows
Always watching, but never saying a word
I respond to his orders
Without second thought
Loving the way he talks to me
The rude and naïve commands
Of a game of chess
That will never be the same again
When will he learn?
I am one hell of a butler
And can do as I please
However
We are bonded by a single desire
A contract that can never be broken
Until it is time
That I can have my way with him
And devour his soul
