The Hermit
Here's a tale that I've been told
That will last til the very end
A stranger is only a stranger
Until he becomes your friend
Long, long ago, there lived a man
Who never came out of his house
He had no family to call his own
No children nor even a spouse
Some people called him a hermit
While others just called him insane
He must have been made of money
For he had no means to gain
He never bothered anyone
He just wanted to be left alone
He had no modern day gadgets
Not even a telephone
Each night they heard him wailing
It was a madman's mornful cry
A candle lit, the darkend room
Til the morning sun grew nigh
A plan was hatched to rob the man
By three kids about seventeen
But they had no way of knowing
That they'd never again be seen
A curse was placed upon the house
By a woman who died within
Her ghost now haunts the man inside
And all who enter in
They said the woman was surely a witch
So they sealed her soul inside
And there she stayed, all alone
Until the day she died
They say she died of loneliness
She had no family to grieve
So when a stranger enters in
She will never let them leave
I'll remind you what I told you
Before this story can end
A stranger is only a stranger
Until he becomes a friend
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