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Shame rests upon your head

Punishment for your sins is death

Loyal servent, bring me my sword

Guts thrust, responding gore

Tortured to entertain our feast

Your worthless carrion feeds the beast

Your maiden will be distressed when ceased

Have her brought to my heinous castle

With walls erected of bone and tissue

I must penetrate her with kingship

My will be made her will, too

Again your will you have been violated

(My servants will prevent your escape_

In coming weeks, if you are not impregnated

(With an male eir to my throne)

Your fate will be met, decapitated

Onto the next village dowager

Centuries later in a modern setting

After decades of malintent

On passages between man made

Mountains...under red skies that bled

A descendant of royalty

Now a recluse in his worthlessness

Scavange for wench

To fill the sexual neglect

He scouts the streets

To find star crossed loves

He dissects the fates

The man brutally murders

The woman filas her attempts

There is no escape

She is returned to a shed

Buried in seclusion

Her screams swallowed

By acres of deserted trees

Tied to a random log

He mounts her like a chariot

And rides her like a noble steer

'Til light breaks through

He then decapitates,

Disembowles dilapidates,

Her cries are foul, but his hate

Will drown, until silence surrounds

Onto the next city dowager