~* 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
