Mythology - Suffering Unbound

You wake bound and shackled
All bloodied and bruised from capture
Pulled away from the crowd of prisoners
Dragged forth against your will
As you pass a pile of spears
You begin to question your fate
It is now that you start to realize
You are about to be slain

So there you are
Hands tied behind your back
On the ground with no means of escape
Both legs are tied to horses
Between the two of them
The wooden pike is set into place

Slowly the pike moves forward
Cutting through your innards
Puncturing one by one
You scream out in torment
Until your throat is silenced
By the pike that comes out through your mouth
The whip has cracked
The horses start to run
You are raised up high
Impaled in the sky
Your grave above the ground
Anxiously awaiting to die

You wake, hours gone by
You're still alive in total agony
Purposely they've missed your vital organs
So that you shall know true suffering