• Why?
    Why have you forsaken me?
    Are you that ashamed of me?
    Darling Mistress, my love.
    Why do you leave me here, alone in the darkness?
    Are the memories so beautiful that they are painful?
    Or because you feel the guilt of shaming your family?
    Why do you wish not to be seen with me during the day?
    Are you that afraid of what people will think?
    Or are you just that disgusted by me and what we do?
    Funny, for none of this ever bothered you before.
    Never once did it bother you when you called me to you in the dead of night.
    Or when you stole secret glances, secret touches, beneath the sun.
    But if that is how you truly feel, dear Mistress,
    Then I suppose what my late brother told me on his deathbed is true.
    The dagger is a servant's only friend.
    The dagger is our escape.
    I watched as it led my brother away from a life of abuse inflicted by your own brother.
    I hope you realize, Mistress, it is your fault that you are alone.
    The others left, thinking you'd gone mad.
    I tried to love you, tried to earn your love.
    You pushed me away.
    Gleaming steel, find your sheath in my broken maiden's heart.
    Death, allow me to walk hand in hand with you.
    Mistress, you broke my heart.
    But I am still yours, and yours alone.
    So I will continue to watch over you, this time from above.
    My silent tears will become the gentle rain which caresses your soft face.
    The autumn breeze, the touch you trembled in pleasure beneath.
    This is my final goodbye.