The world is reduced to dust and silence,

Most have been culled by the violence.

In this castle is where we sleep,

Wandering through the turrets and the keep.

Our stomachs turned and churned.

Each other’s flesh is what we yearned.

Just a little taste, we said

They’d be found dead in their bed.

Upon my throne I find myself alone,

Gnawing my own body to the bone.