Sean P. Pratt

Castle Doom

Castle o’ castle

By the shore

Arousing me to explore

Cold gray halls

Warm red rooms

Too late you realize impending doom

Dragons fumble

Walls do crumble

An ancient King sits and mumbles

This castle has a morbid past

Dark cruel rumors always last

In a dungeon sits a gnome

From a cage he yearns for home

Sardonic laughter from castle walls

Murdering people

The china dolls

Cobra priestess slinks and writhes

Belladonna Demons thrive

To the castle they attack

Gladiators fought them back