"Tragedy"

One mind on fire at the end of the world,
The venoms hiss, the reptile uncurls.
The creature is bitten and hangs now limp,
-A low life harlot, a powerless imp.

The pungent green and black poisons swirl,
A man is protested the babe' of a girl,
Any other form approached he'd not be afeared,
-Blood lust and loss leaves thoughts left unclear.

Your actions come not a moment too soon,
Not a moment too late,
Not at all,
Nothing.

There's not a man's house in which
I have no a servant kept.
There's not a man's which does not keep
A servant's eyes on me.

There's not a man's house,
Not a place at all,
Not at all,
Nothing.

Stolen! - The Life of the Building!
Where is Duncan?