~* SEBASTIAN MICHEALS *~

Oh black butler, standing clad in taint black

you carry no shadow and cast no light

mirrors stand lone, trembling in your lack

all the while you stand, gazing in spite

you serve with the honor, none could so match

killing your unworthy and making lord's tea

you groom withered roses, in a small patch

singing warped lullabies, with wicked glee

your eyes gleem red, as your lord's clock strikes twelve

and shadows grow long, as the end draws near

blanketed with withered roses, he's well

you whisper dark words, knowing he'll hear

rose petals rain, before the young lord's eyes

and all falls quiet, as you take his life