Charmer Of The Gallows

Shadows slumber as the sun goes down

Steve can now carry on with the schedule  he chose

He peeks around corners at the silenced town

Inching his way towards the old Gallows

Only God knows why he would choose such a place

The stories told are doubtfully exaggerated

Steve’s life is safe inside  a pocket sized case

Pacing Earth where decades of death saturated

A circle around the Gallows for that extra safe glance

As the crows “Kaw” in humor at the familiar routine

He listens for the hiss that will begin this trance

As the charmer slithers up Steve and the snake  convene

With a phantom  sting he shakes in his worn out denim

Now grabbing the snake he exposes the Fang

Deep breath eyes closed as he takes in the Venom

Again  throwing his putrid sanity out like a boomerang

He has nothing left to give and nothing left to take

Repudiate as he breaks himself down to  wither

So it seems Steve has nothing left to forsake

And not even a single thing to consider

In a place never meant to become hallow

A place that shall never hear its own hymn

For all the lives already claimed at these Gallows

Steve shall earn his rank among the fallen men

Daniel

  Jacob * and my fucked up mind

Dabney