Fall of the King

Torture Suffering Mutilate Without remorse Disembowel Disfigurement Eradicate Without recourse A palatial funeral pyre The screams are deafening The time has come now The time of reckoning I sense its presence It calls to me Drawing nearer The mythic key Savage slaughter Limbs are scattered flippantly The sounds of death A beautiful cacophony The cowering king Sat high upon his ornate throne My prize dangles from his neck A lurid key of bone I ascend slowly Inflicting dread with every step In a heartbeat I tear his heart out from his chest His eyes widen Then gloss over as the lights leave I stand triumphant In my hand I hold the key