My lord, my master
I come to thee.
I bow in your presence
Bearing all I have to offer.
I come with gifts of red,
Of womanly wiles,
And times for leisure.
I come with gifts of green,
Rarities of this earth,
The aroma disarming.
I come with gifts of silver,
The sharpened dagger,
To keep you beloved safe.
And I come with a secret
A gift so rare it shall fall only to your eyes.
The grace and beauty to grasp
And the speed to catch.
A rapier glides through the air
And grazes yours and mine.
Blood spilt is blood for the taking
And my mater falls.
Blood for blood on pearly white lips
I ascend the steps
And surpass my master's throne
But I leave my gifts behind
To remind him.