| ~Slave~ I am your slave, what would please you this eve? Master, no need to speak, I know how to relieve. Tell me of your bidding my master� I can do it far faster� Than you could yourself. I serve only you. I do, but I do! I speak and serve true. I keep company with fearful demons Master. What would you like, can I get you some wine? Perhaps some dancers to occupy your time? I grant every wish and desire. But you are a moth drawn to the fire. Fire, a fire! Master shall I save you? Beg me, on your knees! You will before I�m through. I serve evil lords Master. Now look at you, you drunken sot! Would you like a pillow? I�ll leave you to rot. Rest now your lazy head. And I�ll prepare the death bed� Watch your parade! It�s all a charade! I take great delight in your fright! Hehheh, now I am your Master! |