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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