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A Fearsome Man Passing By
A Fearsome Man Passing By By Roy Merritt A fearsome man passes by here whenever a storm arrives A fearsome man with fearsome countenance and fearsome be his eyes They be a fiery red a red not easily defined A red that would make you tremble to send a shiver up your spine And no one ever addresses him no one dare this at all For he strikes but fear in them and fearful be his pall And as he moves along the streets casting this and that away As if some monstrous beast in search of some hapless prey Most just flee inside, sanctuary they seek For they know he is evil and evil it is he reeks They have no idea why when a storm clamors through Why he wanders this place why this he need to do They know not if he an omen of portent of ill to form Or simply some wayward monster lost upon the storm Perhaps he be a demon perhaps why red his eyes Perhaps some eager demon keen to exercise And when it storms he wanders and sallies forth this way But none of us who see him can ever truly say But one thing is for certain none shall ever inquire None will ever ask it of him for the terror he doth inspire We just watch from our window as he journeys down the path And pray for the storm to go pray it soon to pass Pray it go quickly and soon enough to pass
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