Deep Within A Dungeon

  Deep within a dungeon,

Locked behind a concealed door,

Are the bodies of three women,

Lying naked on the floor.

Each have had their throats cut,

And lie in pools of their own blood,

And their bodies that once shined with life,

Now lie rotting in the mud.

You may ask how I know these things,

And how I come to care.

The answer is quite simple;

For ‘twas I that put them there!