Poem -

Dark Walker

Sojourner

Beware
The sojourner comes
With an ill fated wind
On a dark frozen night
a dark hooded figure
Will come about
He has no origins
It us unclear if he's dead
All that is known
He has the cold of 
The abyss on him
No fire can unchill him
No whisky can melt
The ancient silent 
​​​​Cold
of him that walks
The hounds do howl
When he comes to call 
A trail of grief
And an ocean of woe
Children mind your mother's
Elders take note and advise
keep the  unholy one down
From all the young ones
Say your prayers at night
Mind your manners well
Perhaps he will pass us by
And go straight to hell

 

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

Oh!  How creepy!  It sounds like a zombie type dark walker....Maybe like the T-rex, he cannot see well if you stand very still and he may pass by.  Very chilling tale....Thanks for sharing.  xo ;)

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