Palace of Malice

It has massive brick walls
With cobblestone halls
A prisoner's slumber
Brings dreams that crack thunder

For tears that were shed
For a hunger not fed
When cast into flame
They're hung up in shame

The tortures unknown
In the prison of stone
Holding cries of the dead
Mourn the living who bled

Seeking each morrow
With a pitiful sorrow
And with fatal screams
Comes the rain of shattered dreams

Those who see shall laugh and say
"We shall await her dying day
Till the day she'll wither and die
No more will she live her lie"

Bodies lay torn
Old pain is reborn
In this damned place of hell
Which no cries can tell

The secrets of this morbid palace
Tainted with the blood of malice

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1. Jake LeClair says:

   That was. . . ummmmm. . . Scary. It brought me to a gloomy place with rodents and dripping walls. With a lonely person laying on the floor. With tortured screams in the background. And I like to comment on peoples poems who have 0 comments.