Mister Dunken

Daft chills assigned,

Fulfilled endeavour,

The nicknames in straps,

Held with a tether,

Bruised and beaten,

Beyond that wall,

Lie in silence,

Victor stands tall, 

Ride the symphony

Every knock, every kick,

A harmonizing scream

Dissolves in the mix,

Nefarious it seems,

A mephitic dream,

Yearning for sweet hell,

Aching in its stream

Smile little lady

Try and frown

Unhook those hinges,

Make not a sound,

Drift silently away,

In your own blood, floating,

 Hear him laugh,

Hear him gloating,

The end ropes in,

Justice sunken,

Oh how funny of a man

Is Mister Dunken,