El Alcazar
When we think of castles it's always the same
The fairytale prince and princess who lived happily ever after.
Not this time,
This castle gray and stiff
covered in moss bricks and a swirling staircase of doom
held evil prisoners, trapped souls, and
convicted murderers, blood covered knives.
The sky turns from blue to the darkest shade of black
When the heavens see their lips curl into the sickest smile.
Dungeons capable of driving a man insane,
lock their doors so they can't get in.
Punishment seems to be the only answer.
Whips crack, and blankets are taken,
now, does this sound like the happily ever after?
