Don't go down by the dam.
Don't go down by the giant oak.
I know you'll understand.
Because they boast a host of ghosts,
and one of them is me.
I'm here, my dear, I'm very near,
looking down from Gallows Tree.
We've been thrown in. Weighted down.
Buried in shallow graves.
Long ago, forgotten now,
cowards and the brave.
Don't feel that time will heal the wheal
afflicting us, and me.
Though caged, we'll rage. We're not assuaged,
we ghosts of Gallows Tree.
I died for you years ago.
But you lived. You moved on.
You denied me, for your fear;
you whelped my killer's spawn.
I won't mislead. No need. Don't plead.
Though you were dear to me,
take note: I'll gloat when I tear your throat
to water Gallows Tree.