Young Writers Society

Come, me merry Gents and Misses,
and hear me morbid tale o'twist'us,
Ye fear the sound revenge insist'us,
as a weary yeep o' mist encrypt'us.
Your introduction gives a sense of foreshadowing of misfortune. The mist creates an eerie feeling for the reader.

A mile away from yonder he,
standing upon a balcony,
stares off into infinity,
the man that ye fear desperately.
A man is standing a mile away from here, where the reader is standing, and the reader fears him

He cackles and coughs and growls, ye see,
and swallows yer soul ere easily,
and while ye scream he watches ye,
from up on his high balcony.
The man is swallowing my soul, and watches me like a creeper while I writhe in agony. There is flawed logic. How can he be swallowing my soul when he's a mile away and also looking at me scream on his balcony simultaneously? He can't see me from a mile away and he can't be looking at me from up on the balcony if he's swallowing my soul.

But lads! He wasn't born this way!
He found himself in slight decay,
upon the matter of love, he pay,
and was pulled into shadows of demon gray.
The man wasn't born as a creeper murderer person. He was rejected by love and thus, was went astray; he went bad.
And from this gray, he only sees,
from up on his high balconies,
the pang of love and destinies,
that define yer mere fragility.
So he can only see through these lenses of evil. He wants love, and love is what makes people fragile.

Alas, his love was not the best,
for she fell for such a jest,
as to follow all the rest,
and sin among the demon's nest.
His lover wasn't the best, she fell for a trick like all of the other girls he's dated. She sinned by commiting adultery with a demon.

A demon, yes, was just the case,
morbid, a man with such a face:
inhuman, devilish, a living disgrace;
burned bloody by fire; his skin erased.
The demon, possibly a real hell fire demon or perhaps a metaphor for a horrible man, is an ugly and wicked man.

Serpentine scars would trace his eyes
to such a point of no disguise,
the girl was in for her demise,
and men from yonder heard her cries.
The demon attacked the man's lover/had sex with her.

And from the point on balcony,
love ran to her with shaky knee,
and seeing her demonic glee,
ran through his heart with agony.
The man ran to his lover, and felt shattered because she had betrayed him or because she is dying.

For no man bears to see his love
gripped tightly by the devil's glove
and lack the grief upon breast of
the man who saw his dying love.

People don't like to have their loved ones taken away from them. The man was sad to see his lover or his love for his lover die.

The devil then leered a decree
to prolong this man's misery,
to rip off his heart of agony,
and hang him from his balcony.
The devil demon/evil woman-stealing man tortured the man. He either physically tears out the man's heart and hangs him with a noose on the man's balcony or he metaphorically breaks the man's heart.

And so he sits, and cackles, and coughs,
and watches the horizon and never stops,
and tortures us with babbling thoughts
and talks of revenge in sinful draughts.
I'm not sure if the narrator is referring to the man or the devil. I'm going to assume the man is the one who can't get past his depressing life so continuously complains and plots revenge.

For this man had tried his best,
to get around her sinning jest,
and save her from the devilish crest
that she laid careless on her breast.
The man had tried really hard to keep his girl from leaving/betraying him, but she'd been easily swindled.

So this is why I'm telling ye,
Ye steer clear from paths of he,
and instead, think about his plea,
to end his demonic misery.
Stay away from the demonic man.