The Gentlemen, a poem by Freya Pickard at Spillwords.com
Benjamin Lehman

The Gentlemen

The Gentlemen

written by: Freya Pickard

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don’t tread the ancient pathways
the crumbled stones of ghostly white
don’t step beneath the twisted limbs –
burnt-wood trees absorb the light

the gentlemen they take your voice
the vampire steals your blood
the werewolf tears your heart to shreds
the dark gods drain your soul

don’t hesitate at the crossroads
where gallows creak and groan
don’t trust the tall and bearded sage
who promises to lead you home

the gentlemen they take your heart
the vampire steals your soul
the werewolf tears your voice apart
the dark gods drain your mind

don’t search our paths for artifacts
or seek the hidden treasures
don’t look for graves of buried knights
or tarry here at your leisure

the gentlemen they take your soul
the vampire steals your scream
the werewolf drinks your pulsing blood
the dark gods drain your heart

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