its late and dark as i watch the halls from the safety of my room peering out of my keyhole ready to escape this servents doom i do so much with less than a thanks in done serving those with higher ranks. so i lock the door tight and open my window to grace the night i hop from my window from my cold room in so im lead to sneak right across the queens flower bed. i slip pass the guards who are bearly awake. i pitty those who work for the kings sake. up over the gates im finally free no longer a servent im finally me.