Welcome to the dungeon's depths,
where bone-chilling claws unclench
beneath the royal rugs unfurled.
Above the cherished, enchanted pearls,
you lie chained by wrists on a vertical bed,
your back on cold stones, stewing in dread.
Like many before you and like many beside,
you wait for your doom when head's severed from hide.
But this is your price, your reward for your crimes,
you've been condemned to hot flames rather than blessed white chimes.
You call out to echoes, preaching tales of loyalty,
of how your deeds were soul-good; its release shouldn't be fee.
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