They say that I'm a servant
And perhaps this much is true,
A servant to the Dark Lord, no,
Forever I serve you.
Even as your body rots
Beneath the cold, hard soil,
I serve you with a loyal heart
It's you for whom I toil.
Sometimes I start to wonder:
If words had not been said,
Would we be together now,
And would you not be dead?
I suppose it does not matter
And what is done, is done,
But when I die, just maybe
We can be forever one.
This poem would not submit with less than one hundred words, even though poetry is exempt from length restrictions.
Your Servant by Virgil
Story Notes:
I disclaim.
Chapter Endnotes: Ah, yes. Sev/Lily. A guilty pleasure.
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