A Servant

What was denied from poor

I thought to be riches

I run for them there and then

it made me take my due

to death I'd plunge with joy

my happiness to claim

I am prepared to face the war

under the black soil

I'm righteous if so desire

until I reveal my worth

and take to myself

what was denied from me

I stalked them in their celebrations

I delved into their words

I aimed at the highest of the high

and decided it's mine to take

Wont to crawl I was

to cringe and fawn

a servant on hours of day

but a holder of nocturnal sway

What was denied from poor

I thought to be love

I run for it here and now

it makes me take my due