Screams of terror,
echoing through the walls.
Heavy chains clang,
and she endlessly sobs.
She shouts and weeps.
The castle remains deaf.
As night engulfs,
she mourns in great anguish.
More and more groans.
Grand voice becomes hoarse.
She stifles a cackle,
as dying hopes prevail.
Horrible fate,
merciless verdict.
Death within walls.
Her real nightmare gnaws.
Soon, mere scrapings,
no hints of cries within.
Handsome maiden,
into a rotting flesh.
A living corpse,
between the lonesome walls.
In dark solace,
forever, she will dwell.
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ October 29, 2010
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