On his knees, in chains his arms splayed
Hair matted dark red with all he bled
Tattered robes, his spirit cloven
Head hung down, his nose broken
He can hear her faint calls
"Lothar, Lothar", they reverberate
off the dark slimy walls
In this dungeon, his home surrogate
His vision swims into focus
Approaching boot steps, a chorus raucous
Grim brutes of men drag her forth
"Eviana!" he screams, his voice hoarse
Thrown onto a heap of rotten hay
Her wrists bound in thick bands of iron chain
"By Kurg's oders", they say,
"On her, Tonight, We'll inflict Pain"
A wail of anguish escapes his mouth
Forced into silence he is, by a mean clout
Consigned to her fate at the hands of those filthy swine
Silent she lies, count kept by undone belt buckles' chimes
The element of inhumanity concluded
Shaggy bearded faces in identical smiles
Heady with ale, their minds deluded
They make him scrub their filth off the dungeon's tiles...
Wrists shackled to a cold metal pole
They make her watch, devoid of all hope
The test of Love, the final tryst
At his throat their knife twists
Eyes wide and unblinking
Mind benumbed and foul
She watches unflinching
Letting forth a rending howl
Crimson red blood splatter
On the cold stone, pitter patter
From his throat escapes a final gurgling sound
Thudding heart beats halt, a silence profound
To be continued...
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