My Father, My Father

I'll soon find you and take what is mine.
The hounds with soon feast on thine!

Where are your royal guards?
Oh, I sent them to be entertained by the bards,
You once said how you had trouble sleeping-
I'll help you with the maids, who are weeping.

My father, my father, where doth you be?
Come out and play with me!
I've trained well with each and every page
Just so I could find you at old age.

My father, my father, your death, to me, will be sweet,
As you lay at my feet.
I will open the window for all to see,
And then no one will think it was possibly me.