Why would I reject a legacy?
I’ve inherited more than pennies;
You have gifted me a treasure trove
and a den across the misty moor
where monsters and majesty await.
I must hate something innate and keen
to cut it out or apply brute force
where coping mechanisms won’t work.
Is that it, or does misery love
companions so much as to despise
mirth and plot to kill sleeping guardsmen
to enjoy the imposed grief and gloom?
Do you aim to lure, distract, or hide?
No need to kill if we understand.