Curse

I was in the room, no people, no breath, All I could sense, was the eager of death. My eyes were oscillating from left to right, Because, my sense was interrupted with an aura of fright. I clenched my teeth, chanted the gospel, I prayed to every God, every prophet, every known apostle. I screamed, barked, cried, and howled, No reaction received, besides the call from the owl. I grated my arms, until it was oozing red, I giggled alone, knowing Im going mad. I shouldn't have made a deal with evil, If I had known the outcome was stinging like a needle. I never knew a king would give out so much profanity, But the thing was more horrible was this fallen blasphemy. I was controlled over power, fame and personality, That I had made the deal of providing me Immortality. This was something not to be proud, as I wished the time reversed, because this was all has now become a calamity, a curse. The condition for this eternity, was that I massacred my wife, little did I know, was this Ignorant King was now dwelling in the dungeon, for eternal life.