I kind of came up with this late at night... I was watching some YuGiOh amv to the song hellfire from hunchback of notre dame (damn that was a hardcore disney movie) then this popped up into my head. I lost a few ideas, and some things I just couldn't seem to put into words, but I hope you can enjoy most of what my mind wanted to share.

I don't own Bakura, YuGiOh blah blah blah. not mine.

Thief King Bakura at his end

Moments spinning like a spider would tend

Every drop of sand that dies

More and more he loves their cries

He had fiery mauve eyes that stung like a thousand scorpions. Never wavering, never at all. Always alight, always singing, always singing that song of death. Every inch and foot he'd step a hellish black pit would snatch and grope at the bloody red embers he left behind. A parasite and a vampire, toxic, vehement, a curse and a sin. Always leaving behind such wreckage in his wake, never long in time, but still savoring every taste.

Thief King Bakura at his end

Moments spinning like a spider would tend

Every drop of sand that dies

More and more he loves their cries

He didn't care, it's what he wanted! The flesh, blood and bone that took him away he would make it take them away too. He did not care. Forever a smirk played out on his face, his teeth parting at every. Single. Amusing. Sound. Every twitch, every animation of their eyes. The way their mouths would drop open, the way their brain would simply shut down. Every single frame of such a theatre was so wonderful! So splendid! Such a high it gave him, but alas, he was just a killer. Enjoying his high he'd slaughter them all.

Thief King Bakura at his end

Moments spinning like a spider would tend

Every drop of sand that dies

More and more he loves their cries

Imagining it all act out in his head was almost even better. He could see himself twisting their faces to misshapen deformities. He could see how they'd fall. He could see how their eyes themselves would scream. Every bead of cold sweat running down their brows. He could see how they'd be on their knees begging and pleading for mercy. The sheer thrill of that could only make him smile! Oh, of course… the priests and the Pharaoh wouldn't grovel before him… not even in their last moments would they give up their will.

Young Pharaoh Atem at his end

Moments spinning like a spider would tend

Every drop of sand that dies

More and more he fears demise