The night is full of terrors

The enemy had fled, the battle done
The king rode in, the war was won
A feast awaited the victors home
The day was theirs, that was known

The castle stood upon mountainous heights
Untouched, conversing with limitless skies
Music, food and drunken guests
The Sun joined not, heading west

The creeping black, the setting Sun
The ominous night belonged to none
Its traitorous steps masked by the feast
The untouchable castle had been breached

Beside the king, a shadow crept
Bringing forth terrible death
Wails and screams echoed around
Then everything still without a sound

The king lay dying, a song on his lips
Bloodied, a dagger between his ribs
His guests, his guards all poisoned to death
By the cook, a dishonourable wretch

The war was won, yet defeat he met
The king smiled in his death
For victory without honour was never sweet
For traitors this night would repeat