There is not one captain but many

And they fight for the throne

Daily, one is strict and cold

The other one is loose and warm


There’s one who’s both but chooses abruptly.

With no control,


This is the cage that kills the children,

And bleeds, it bleeds of fear

It reeks of pain

It breathes through moss and messy mist 


It must die


It dyes the walls of dark red

Darker than brown 

With black nightgowns

And sounds of flesh


It rests now