The Assonant Poems Collection

The men died as I dined

On the lentils, the dregs of stew and eggs,

And as I drunk down the wine they shuddered

The poison in their belies festered, they died.

My vile deed I greeted with glee

What a grand end to my valiant but docile foes!

But as I made merry, I felt a festering fire

In my belly, a deadly great pain

To the ground I crushed, like I was gunned down

And dense darkness fenced me off, I too died.