Jolly good then, looks like OMK has got another one o' those spot o' poetries, wot-wot.
That's right voice in my head with a british accent, more poetry.

...And feel free to give nice constructive critism on this one like PD did, though I wrote this one before his advice about flow and such. This one is more like...about some psycho King in my book...and...he discovers his wife has cheated on him.

Tourture

You really must think me a fool,
Adultary right under my rule,
But now you will suffer,
But now you will bleed,
But now you will whimper,
And I just want to hear you scream...

Blood stains the ground,
Screams are heard all around,
Light cannot be found,
The tourture begins now...

The skeletons grin,
At the tourture's whim,
And your screams fill the air,
And you will wish the darkness wasn't there,
And with apprehensive tones,
You scream as you see your white bones...

Fresh blood stains the ground,
Newborn screams are heard all around,
Light still can't be found,
Your tourture continues now...

Your flesh hangs from the bone,
One movement makes you groan,
You're knee deep in your blood-
And rats covered in mud,
And they gnaw until you yell...

Your blood stains the ground,
Your screams grow with explosive sound,
Light will never be found,
Your death begins now...

My smile is grim,
And the dungeon is dim,
I look upon your once beautiful form,
Now it is mangled and torn,
And dead is your treacherous child unborn...