In the realm of writhing maggots
Rule the sleeping kings and queens,
Loyal knights and slavish peasants
Give their essence for the kingdom’s wreath.
Wind may sunder stone or mountain
But their reign holds still supreme
Timeless tendrils tug at living beings
The Cursed offspring, product of a wicked scheme.
Capture death and put her on the gallows
Just another head to roll
Royal greed is still a sin, it swallows
Souls with finesse, instead of brute force. ...