Dark poem # I've lost count

[kitiarou]

I blame this on a short story that wants to be written but refuses to develop its plot enough so that it can be written. I also blame it on this dream I had envolving Night Elf Druids, Dwarven Warriors, linen bandages and the phrase "You pissed off a Druid didn't you?"



Troubled Waters

By Kitiarou

Follow me to a land of Shadows
On a path paved with blood
Hear the cries from the distant gallows
See the grassy mounds piled knee high.

Follow me through the lush gardens
And broken cobbled hills
To the ever flowing waters
Of the dried river bed

Follow me to a broken land
On a path paved with tears
Hear the cries from the distant sendings
See the graves marked by lies.

Follow me through the lush gardens
And broken cobbled hills
To the ever flowing waters
Of the dried river bed.

Follow me to the enslaved lands
On a path paved with sweat
Hear the cries of the tortured victims
See the skeletons laid dry.

Follow me through the lush gardens
And broken cobbled hills
To the ever flowing waters
Of the dried river bed.

But hush ye little child
For what you see here
Has stolen what you thought you knew
Of the white world you’ve lived in

So follow me through the lush gardens
And broken cobbled hills
To the ever flowing waters
Of the dried river bed.

And when we find what we seek there
Remember hold my hand
Little child little child
The waters wish to pull you in.