The Dread Henri-Louis
At least, the bleak reasons were threeTo kill that Henri-Louis.And none made it any less hard.
In the first place, the ghoul—A penchant for the cruel, Left dead a redhead in the lichyard.
He stood accused without proof.So Henri played aloof.And escaped barely blemished or scarred.
But of the girl he left slain,No one dared speak her name.Lest for them, the same fame he’d impart.
From then, Henri’s grip would wear. Life was a gamble—a dare. He risked fortunes on horses and cards.
Now with sharks hot on his heels,Shadows to shadow he steals.This: the second reason to tear him apart.
The last of it concerns the mind.Louis endangered all mankind.Healthy neither in head nor in heart.
And in the damned mirror, I see,The Dread Henri-Louis.Bloody this glass ‘fore more villainy starts.
by : RP
