My Dark One is a busy man
Yet free time gives to me
I suppose I am his favorite pet
For all, tis plain to see.

The ladies they do come in droves
His fancies to beget
And while he talks with each of them
Passing glances are all they get.

Gentlemen come to seek his advice
Confidently does he give it
His words ring true among them
He is wise and they do see it.

Back to me my Dark One comes
My room within his place
And sweetly does he talk to me
So I wish to stay in his good grace.

He loves me oh so gently
This man of darkened stature
And this is why I shall never leave him
He builds in me sweet rapture.