The Castle of Carcass

This diary I do not wish to share For fear that I would be a tortured slave A servant of a menace though I dare To let this ink concede the castle's grave A servant of a menace who is King A crown of horns and ruler of his sting Pretends to hold council with noble Knights Inside his chamber of corrupted lights Between the moon and gravitated gore In intermission of thine wretched nights A chamber that secrets dare not explore With depressed eyes desensitized I stare At an exalted allergenic cave White castle of beauty without compare But looks can be what ever thou shall crave In dismal darkness clouds descend and cling Around it's feet and all the castle's wing An imagery projected without lights As scenic beauty suffers dreary nights Ironic ill confines the chambers core A weary servant of a menace writes A chamber that secrets dare not explore With blood and gut the King confines his chair And at request his massive skin I shave Not razor upon neck or facial hair But blade upon this Esau whole I shave! One graphic verse can not detail this thing Or be it may this wolverine a King Has doth a curse betray thy human rights? As if nature is pleased with horrid sights A task traumatic never tried before To host a hostile King of haunted heights A chamber that secrets dare not explore Upon the hour mistresses give care Massaging all desires as a slave A gold for every girl of gleaming glare The gold deceit to satisfy his crave With lips the lust lavish affections sing A kiss above his neck and on his ring A mistress for a mistress each delights A mistress for a mistress and his Knights 'Twas sacrificial feast behind the door? Thine eyes and ears doth not deceive these nights A chamber that secrets dare not explore For every moon that fulls the cattle dare To improvise an integrated rave As if a hidden beast gave them a scare To escape morbid quarters they enslave Echoes of death and mistresses that sing Evil inside the castle and the King The blood beneath the chamber door that lights Compunction in the King and in his Knights Echoes of cattle as the prey that roar From purgatory doth this servant writes? A chamber that secrets dare not explore What must be done to calm the fear that frights What must I take to ease the pain that bites A servant cursed of cruel and cryptic chore To clean the death ate by thy King and Knights A chamber that secrets dare not explore