Within My eternal jewel, I search my timeless gem,
what's this? a dagger? at my shirt hem...

Sudden and dark its voice fills my mind,
The king 's asleep, one death, and all 's thine!

I reach, but stop, for I know not this man,
But the blade flies and gouges my hand,

It shows me his works and atrocities,
and to **** him would put many at ease!

And well... the treasure...that a plus too,
And no one would use it more morally than you!

So I take it, and move in stealth for none,
For, strangely, he and I are the only ones,

His castle as empty as a great stone tomb,
No person or plant growing, 'ts all drenched in gloom,

Inside his chamber his chest rises and falls,
Not knowing I lurk in his dreary halls,

Now covered in blood, and death in his eyes,
I see now with horror, that his body is mine,

I slowly fall, having done myself in,
The blade gleams triumphant, almost donning a grin,

These halls had things, but was never truly teeming,
As the dagger slips from my hand, and I start to lose feeling,

The cold seeps in, and my eyes close,
But no one is around, no one else could know.