Castle sits atop the hill,

Luxurious are the rooms inside,

Rich are the stained glass windows,

And red shag carpets.

Red dot wavers,

Glows, softens,

And then it explodes.

Dead king’s body lay,

Headless, on the floor.

Stained glass shattered,

Red carpet absorbing blood.

(Inspired by a poem/song written by Jim Morrison. I find his fascination with death, assassins, and reptiles very inspiring. Well, he was the Lizard King, after all.)