The beast in velvet

It’s the birthday of the Emperor

The cream of the realm is here,

kings and queens with sons and daughters

It’s truly a most grandiose ball,

nobles fill the halls

Like sheep, ready for slaughter

Oh, with rising hate I watch them dance,

I watch them prance

Oh, how I loathe these haughty swines

I’ll rid the world of this living grime

Peasants are saying, oh not without glee,

there’s an aristocrat out on a killing spree

A noble, thirsty for royal blood they say

The Beast in Velvet I’m called by my prey

Though my fee is great indeed

I’d do this for free,

‘cause I enjoy my work immensely

With wit and grace I charm these fools

who think they’re out of harm’s way

None here’s aware of my sins

But then again, who’d suspect a highborn prince?

It’s been so easy to lure my prey,

so to my Lord I gratefully pray

as my victim dies by my blade

Shape shifting is a useful trick in my dark trade