Smile In My Sleep

Upon my wrought-iron throne,
My shadowed form resides.
With a malevolent grin,
I listen to the agonizing cries.

In my ebony palace,
Nestled in hills darkened by spite,
My loyal servants fall dead;
Noble sacrifices to the Endless Fight.

The swords all clash
And the guns all fire.
I told them that they'd go to Heaven...
But I'm a liar.

Oh, the thrills I get
From watching them squirm and scream!
Some say it's a nightmare in the making,
But this is my favorite dream.