Destiny Of A Servant Poem by Lancealot Whiteknight

Softly speak to me. Tell me you´re lies and deceit,
fill me with your jealousy and defeat,
poison me truly as you did youreself,
cut me a hole to repent what you stole,
feel no remorse, but take what you want,
iam but a servant and you the Queen,
i know my place and where i have been,
as low as i stand and as high as you rise,
command me your will and collect the price,
for what we shared i must die from torment,
only to ease her Queens assurement,
this letter my goodbye to you, i´ll see you in hell
Adieu Adieu