</>I see no strife beheading them with blade
Or rudiment’ry saw. Nor hanging them
Within my room by hooks and chains and straps
Until they kicked no more, succumbing help-
Less, breathless, lifeless to the crushing grip
Of strangulation. Words cannot begin
To speak my pleasure so profound to see
Them languish agonising, though lament
I do that weak they are I quickly fill
My cup with sweetest honey – no, it will
Not do, I must have more. To dine upon
Falsetto screams, to drink the wine their cries
Excrete does satisfy desire. So young
They are, so fresh and delicate – I hold
The hope each time that they will give to me
My chance and die and suffer not too fast.
Torture right and just
Befits a crime yet uncommitted – though,
Confess I shall, repent I never can.
Regret is not a burden that I bear.
A murd’rous swine, devil come before
Humanity I hear, though they are wrong.
Among us is he not, though grinning waits
Forever with my soul behind my throne.
A pact unbreakable – to break it I
Wish not. A treaty made in blacken’d blood
Eternal – to curtail it I wish not.

In silence drawing rapture from the scene
As venom leaves a wound – injecting pain