Hail To The King

This is something I wrote for an RPG, but since in all probability it'll never get used for that I figure I may as well put it up here since it's one of those strange and rare things: Something I'm actually quite chuffed with.

The King of Murder dances slowly
Turning round and round
No smile he wears upon his face
But nor is there a frown

His smile he holds in both his hands
It's teeth are sharp and bright
To share it's laughter all around
That is the Kings delight

The young and old
The rich and poor
Both sorrowful and sane
Shall dance and scream but only once
Then never dance again