Dark Castle

Akkiko

Those walls of charcoal and that prison of horror.

Here I am, at the threshold.

Skeletons writhe in pain.

They should have never crossed me.

Burning flesh tinges the air.

Screams of pain echo through that place.

Hope, speak not of the word to me!

Tell me not of the wonderful world!

This is my hell,

This is my mind.

The streets are frozen blood,

The walls are charcoal and bones.

In the distance there is laughter.

He is king here.

The lights are black.

The moat is blood.

His face is masked.

His laugh is menacing.

"I rule you," is his jest.

I surrender to him.