Overlord Drakarot the Insatiable

A shadow of gloom is cast over the dreadful castle as night falls.
Candlelight casts dancing shadows along the walls
deep inside, along cold brick halls


Fervid flesh merchants deliver obsequious servants
Naked and filthy, they bow in worship
Otherwise, they'd be shown no mercy


The sybaritic overlord examines the goods
Commanding one to rise, exposed, foul, and frightened, she stood
The young woman flinches as he fingers under the hood


The draconian King gestures for the others to rise
and profiles their eyes for defiance in disguise
Unwise to show acrimony, lest they are chastised


None, but one couldn't hide her defiance
She spitefully spat in the face of the tyrant
A nefarious grin formed on his face in spite of noncompliance


She folds her arms, as he nods for the guards
"Such charm" he sarcastically remarks,
"But, my dear, now is a good time for alarm"


Churlish, armored men aren't coy, bending her arms around her rear
Grinning from ear to ear, "thank you, my dear,
I'll revel in returning to you, your fear"


In chains, fury capriciously swapped for histrionic screams and sobs
Resistant, she flops, guards drag her away, "Tell it to the Gods...
Ladies, ladies, anyone else unhappy to be here?" Eyes down, none nod.