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