The Dungeon Master
By: Christopher Bice
I prefer dark places out of the light
I drool a little when they put up a fight.
My job is to torture and maim,
My employer is quite insane.
He rules above out in the light,
I rule the dungeon dark as night.
Enemies of the state come here to stay,
I giggle because it's my time to play.
My Master pays me to inflict this pain,
But I'd do it for free again and again.
I'll straighten out your back,
With a few twists on the rack.
With my red hot iron just out of the fire,
Caressing your legs, your screams go higher.
You'll wiggle and squirm and try to fight.
Your screams fill me so full of delight.
White hot pokers to sear out your eyes,
I get so excited just hearing your cries.
My Iron Maiden with few hundred nails,
Will bleed you slowly as they impale.
I'm sorry to see that you weren't so strong,
You bled straight out and now you're gone.
Pre–dawn's light is showing soon to be day,
I'll wait for darkness and another to play.
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