Oubliette

Seized by apocalyptic fervor Cast down into the forgotten chamber Devoid of light in the Oubliette Humiliated and bereft Condemned to inhabit my thoughts My last companions Remains of those who came before me Left to fester in the cryptic earth A corpse-foetor permeates the cold stone The Queen's hungry mouth And bulging, demonic eyes Await me in the grave My title affords me such pleasure As to languish in oblivion Nay, I long for the headsman And the mercy of steel upon the nape How many months have passed Since the sun shone upon me? Perchance to inquire of the vermin Relieving my casque of this flesh More than I require here Ruminating in my limbs Worms shriek for my essence Their voices swirl around me A blanket of crawling insects I bequeath to them this putrid bounty She visits me again Mocking me from the door above I turn towards the abysmal depths Reaching for interminable silence