Dangers Of A Gentleman
grey skin and
dripping red hands
you’d think him terrifying.
And oh he is
because he’s got that
tongue of silver and
I see his
obsidian heart with
a lining of sulfur dust.
But I swear that the
shadows never were that dark nor
the stars so dim
before I met him
but now he’s become
a constellation of broken promises and
that I can trace with my eyes closed.
And they say the Devil
comes with red horns and
a pitchfork to match
but they were all wrong,
he’s got a starlight suit so fine
and puddles of scarlet blood in his wake
and a smile that tells me
to run and to stay
because anything could go wrong
and everything could go right.
They told me to turn my back on him
but you never turn your back on your enemy
and I know that he’s just waiting
for that to happen
so he can brand me red with the blood
he drips and he’ll whisper
don’t tell me I didn’t warn you
about the dangers of a gentleman.”
So this was partially Darkiplier/Damien Iplier inspired (I shall consider them the same person until proven otherwise). Hope you guys like it ^ . ^
Holy crap. This is beautiful! You have such a good grasp of language and flow! It’s so pretty and yet the words contrast it completely, creating this whole eerie but still enjoyable atmosphere while reading! And this is coming from someone who usually isn’t a big fan of poetry! I’m just blown away.