Murder Hole

Beware of the murder hole where the drawbridge meets the gate
Searing rain of dragon spit, your fingerprints erased
Arrows dive as swift as a hawk, stones heavier than an ox
Come raining down through apertures as narrow as a fox

Superheated sands cascade a cursed desert hail
Each grain a shard of glass with easy passage through your mail
By way of murder holes, the fortress breathes its scorching breath
Where sand and flame conspire to bring quick relentless death

Your tunic catches fire from the devil's fateful kiss
Once your flesh is crisp, douse the flame with a pale piss
Regret sets in, red hot plate armor is cooking you
You fall into the moat, now you're crocodile food

Discarded lard from sickly swine boiled to hellish temps
Turns your armor to an oven, you've been cleansed of all your sense
Insurgents look heavenward to feel hell's hot embrace
A vat of boiling rendered fat is poured upon your face

Be wary of machicolations where death lies in wait
Stones come crashing down with crushing deadly weight
A rain of boiled oil, a storm of flaming pitch
You regret you stormed the castle, you regret that you exist
The kingdom will persist