Command Respect
I suppose terror and respect go hand in hand. No one defies me while in my presence but I know only too well what they think of me. Their thoughts and whispers are carried to me on a breeze. I miss nothing.
Let them snicker, be nasty. What do I care of their scathing remarks?
I have my revenge. I watch with glee as their feet, filled with lead, lead them into my dungeons.
For every less than pleasant thought that runs through their fluff-filled brains, I will have the last laugh.
For respect and terror go hand in hand.
Ooo… I like it! I hope you do too! And yes, I realize I switched the order of 'respect' and 'terror' in the last line. I want it that way. –grin-
Until next time!