Blood and Chocolate

Blood and Chocolate

"Blood and Chocolate" thought the victim as he lay

On the very spot he'd been all day.

He had been once a very rich king 

Now his entire wealth was one, lone ring.

He'd fallen out of favour witht the court,

Who seemed to have a traditional sport, 

Of killing those they didn't like,

Thrusting their bodies on iron spikes.

But the Earl's wife he'd had to take,

Only now he realized his mistake.

Now his love lay strangled at the door,

And his servant was spread across the floor.

A most wondrous affair, at the start

Less time in court, more in the park.

Though he truly wondered if his honey,

loved him for his heart or his money.

But the Earl Kensington was not amused 

And the army he commanded was enthused.

The killing of a king just wasn't right,

his family, however, an oversight.

The king's crest was swallowed in flames.

Fired and passionate as his love games.

His marble stairs were slippery with blood,

His stone entrance was spattered with mud.

His chests were emptied, his treasury clean.

His house was burning, the flames serene.

The kind found no tears, but still he wept,

As the fire licked at where they'd slept.

He'd reserved the day for tasting food

But killers await not the proper mood.

Chocolate in his mouth as the killers stormed in.

They'd choked his love and drank his gin.

And now with blood in the musty air, 

Chocolate on his lips and mud in his hair,

As the fire ate the room in haste,

He thought: "blood and chocolate, an interesting taste."