You have kept me, in all things, devotion
Appointed, a servant to make things well
Ordained, thy fervor is thorough, ferocious
Thy colors, of scenes immortelle
Serve your master, bring me blood
So that I become the legend I must
Serve in portions that flow, that flood
Leaving my prey as dried up husks
Alas, my epicurean footman
I hear your footsteps, know your tone
And long for my treasures, my lost ones
To be brought before my thirsty throne
For I, unike you
a servant to command,
am of shadow, of blight,
of things undone