Evil King's Daily Dish: 2 The Guard’s Reward

She was the best dish of the week  
The king said she was fine  
He sent her on to the royal guards
And said, “Your turn to dine.”  
 
The guards lined up as if in rank  
The chief walked to her cell  
The lovely creature stood alone  
Beneath an evil spell
 
She did not see her nakedness  
She thought she had been freed
The chief then had his way with her
For he was filled with greed  
 
He’d been away in battle  
And lost his only love  
He planted lust within her frame  
This dying precious dove
 
He saw evil for what it was  
His course could not be changed  
He drove his sword into her heart  
The way he had been trained  
 
Her deep brown eyes then pierced his soul  
He saw what he had done  
As she folded to the floor  
He knew that she had won
 
The next day when he drew his sword  
Her eyes were all he saw  
He could not see the enemy  
That sliced and made him fall