Sleeping Soundly,
I walk up to Her,
Very softly,
She hears me whisper:
I am your Worker, your Loyal Servant,
You are my Mistress, my Voice of Reason,
To live for a Being so Elegant,
Let me be a Listening Ear to thine Heart of Treason,
I will always be by your side,
Unlike others who would not stay,
Brushing thine hair, washing thine hide,
Trying to keep Sadness away,
Now thine eyes seem clouded,
At times they even rain,
Thine face in tears shrouded,
Share me your aching pain,
If you Die from Slashed and Cut Veins,
Let me Drown in your Bloody Stains,
If you Die from Bones all Broken and Shattered,
Let me Pierce myself with Splinters once Gathered,
If you Die from poison or venom,
Let me Eat your Flesh till Death Come,
