Night falls upon the hour,
Painting the manor in blue,
I walk through these hallowed halls,
Headed to my private room.
I ring the bell inside it twice,
Metallic chimes resound,
And swiftly comes my tiny maid,
With her tiny cart, head bowed down.
She says nothing as she lifts the kettle,
Pouring the tea with grace,
And once the leaves begin to settle,
She dips her head and takes her place.
I lif...