The Traveler
A man walks out of the shadows around a street lamp, upon seeing a young girl alone and around the time of Hallow's Eve. Obvious concern in his eyes, for the child should not be out so late at night.
"Excuse me child!", he says to get her attention. "Why are you out so late? Don't you know it's dangerous here?"
"WHATever old man. I can take care of myself."
"Oh really? Would you like to hear a story? It is a warning of sorts, and true I assure you."
"PSssshhhtt. I am too old for some old man's stories....."
But her voice trails off as he starts to speak, this man seemingly dressed in the shadows themselves, an odd mist about his feet. His voice becomes so hypnotic, she can do nothing but listen....listen and watch those strangely crimson eyes.
Upon misty plains
Shrouded in a darkness none ever knew
He brings the pains
All that destroy you
A collector of suffering
A dealer in pain
A marketer of emotions
He sells the insane
Be wary young children
For the time draws near
In which dark one comes
When nightmares are clear
The traveler comes, and souls does he sell
Dreams will he eat
Giving small tours of your hell
Don't stay out late child
Even now he walks the street
He knows when your wrong child
And your face he will eat
He comes with the shadows are darkest
He walks in the fog of fear
When your hair stands up on your neck
It is he that you hear
Run RUn RUN away child
Don't let him see
Run RUn RUN away child
Hurry, leave, flee
Don't let him come child
Don't bring his wrath
He will slit you open child
With a simple stick and slash
I see you don't believe me
I see you doubt my warning
Then please stay out all night
I'll see you dead by morning
Don't trust this old man child
For know him you do not
But I will laugh all night, child
When I see your soul rot
You think he isn't out there?
That is good it makes it easy
For you see my dear child
The Traveler is ME
A small flash of silver, simple spray of blood. The traveler moves on for another victim. There is still time tonight.
There is ALWAYS time for one more.
this has been copywritten by Dammuth Knight 2000
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