Draklyn Moore

Draklyn Moore

What! You wish to leave me now?
I had one, now I’ll have none.
Do you fear my white sash?
Or the darkness all around me?
Oh! That the world were dead
But me beauty still beside me.
You should fear this dreaded hand;
Twenty thousand broken heads,
It has left, before this night
You should fear this dreaded man,
If you wish to keep your life.
You will fear my keepsake friend,
Revenge, he’s always by my side.
He’s a heardened hat and leather gloves,
Ready, and wretched wherever he goes.
Shiver and Shake! You’ve a reason to,
With Draklyn Moore about your heels.
Always you’ll feel the hardened hand,
Always you’ll feel the sword of steel,
About your neck, biting your heels,
This sword of steel will trip you up.
You’ll never be free, Never! From me.
Watch your step, protect your neck,
You’re now an enemy of mine.

Copyright 2018