Tyrannical, a voice was sound at distance
Resounding high above at marble spire
Where farthest, no one voice could but inquire
About the motives for the circumstance
Of wild laughter thunderous expression
That filling chamber hollow and of echoes
The purple garbed in silk so hast’ly chose
To make her lone alcove for recollection

About occurrence recent in experience
To witness public gruesome execution
Of peasant and of which was a solution
Of problem one emergent from mere chance: 
The fact of that one peasant at wrong time
Had spotted ‘nother’s finger mutilation
As silky, purply garbed intimidation
A leak in methods of a hidden crime

Though now such snag was ashes at a stake
Arranged about with help from wealthy friends
Of purple garb which after shake of hands
Erected trial skillfully and fake
So that last embers, burning, were gone quickly
Unlike the memory of deed successful
Still bringing smile plastered at face, sinful
And flashing at the marble walls so freely

Although, outside, event one other happened
In synchrony with private foulest chortle
Amidst the charred wood of the stake and rubble
A gentle wind was serpentine and danced
Disturbing slightly scattered the materials
And rising upwards from that ruined point
An essence moving barely seem and faint
Went through the stone invading palace halls

It passed beside the paintings and the armors
Invisible, was crossing all the sentinels
Who, unsuspecting, used no horn or bells
As climbing staircase it heard noises hers
From still the entity of vile victory
Whereas the essence, knowing, was approaching
The target which it focusedly was hunting
When it transpassed a door in quiet secrecy

A turn around and purple garbs were facing
Decrepit, ghastly floating apparition
To bear airs plus a facet of perdition
Positioned in such way the exit blocking
As crimson eyes fixated on the living
To back away in anxious apprehension
For fleeting joy just gave away to tension
And thoughts and hopes of somehow be escaping

“Do you remember me?” The essence spoke
Quite unbeknownst of prior laughter’s motive
As answer came obsequious, attentive: 
“Why, oh quite, I believe I do!” Mistake
Was playing with new dangers unconcealed
Yet she could not prevent her silver tongue
And trying falsely to just play along
She prayed for death avoidance by words squealed

“I too remember you” Reverberating
Gave gravely such response the wretched figure
Before her body started reconfigure
In a velocious spiral of limbs spinning
Ethereal in aspect though astounding
In movement of unnatural phenomenon
Unnerving was and never seen, was singleton
To fall upon the silky miss, envelopping

The body whole in violent repercussion
A scream in panic, hopelessness, despair
Came bursting alongside the forceful air
From mind withholding true void of decision
She could not comprehend what was this monster
As lashes raked and opened lacerations
A visitor from foul imaginations
That circled twisted faster faster faster!

The soldiers of the building in alarm
Reacted to the auditory cue
Directing steps and lances hallways through
By their direction to safeguard from harm
Until approaching handles in the wood
The last obstruction from intentioned passage
With sweat and worry running through each visage
They widened it as swiftly as gloves could

To find an eerie emptiness and nothing
Both marchioness and trappings hers were missing
No indications found through sight or listening
Of whereabouts of servant of the king
Though every member of that wicked realm
From any street when knowing that, could tell
That surely there was one more soul in hell
From that one night mysterious and calm